”“What happens then?” a reporter asked.“That will be discussed later today, by the Secretary of State.”“Where are the arrested terrorists,...and their leaders, being held?”“My information is that the Swiss government has taken them in, and is holding them in prison. They will be tried by the World Court (in Geneva) when it reconvenes, late this fall,” she explained.“What happened to that attempted bombing in Africa? The one where CNN got footage of the Vortex being used.”“The Vortex was used to. The more we do it, the more we will be able to do it. How does your butt feel?”“Reamed. I think you bruised my prostate!” I complained.“Poor hubby. I think you bruised my poor clitty.” Lynn said as she rubbed between her legs.“All you need is a little TLC.” I said.“So, get soaped up and get started.”A short time after I began to wash Lynn’s body, I heard the toilet flush and our big and small wives walked into the shower. Blossom sat on the bench and leaned against the wall; she barely had her. This seems too extreme." But baby; I want it sooo bad!"Her face lit up like a Christmas Tree. She went from sad to happy. How could I oppose? We went to see Gerard at his penthouse the next day. All his 6 friends were there. All black, tall, and very ghetto looking. Gina was told to wear just a bra, with a stripper like short skirt, and high heels. Her legs were on full display, and her breast were completely out. I had sex with her the previous night to get her stamina ready. I may not be big. He caught a glimpse of his aunt heading to her bedroom already showered and dressed in a long white nightgown. He loved the way her hips swayed when she walked and how the light material clung to her shapely bottom.First thing in the morning Tim went downstairs to the kitchen where is aunt was preparing pancakes. He feigned discomfort by walking slightly bent over.Tena played along with his amateurish acting. "What's the matter Tim?" I have a stomach ache. I haven't been able to move my bowels.