.…………………..………As I sat remembering last night, aware of Barb and Naomi across from me, I wondered how we'd all work it out, whether...I could somehow please these three girls I loved…"Earth to Mister Ross, Earth to Mister Ross, helloooo!" For the second time that night, Barb had had to bring be back to consciousness, but as soon as I saw the two smiling angels I smiled, and putting an arm around each said, "C'mon girls, lets go home and fuck."They attacked me as soon as we got home, struggling to. They would surge to the top of Missionary Ridge completely routing the Confederate defenders misunderstanding the orders in the heat of battle.The Rebel forces would eventually retreat slowing down the Union advance with a sizable delaying action at the Battle of Ringgold Gap. I could see the strategic location of Ringgold Gap on the hand-drawn map on the wall of the tent. I was blessed or saddled according to one's perspective with the knowledge that the continued retreat of the Confederate. My mother will be more than happy to go on national television and damn me as the Anti-Christ, but she’s been under psychiatric care off and on for twenty years.”“I really think that kills off any chance of going further. Wouldn’t you agree, Governor?” prompted Cheney.“Congressman, I haven’t made any decisions yet, but I suspect you may be more use to a Bush Administration as the Majority Whip, and perhaps, someday, Majority Leader or Speaker of the House,” said Bush.“Of course, sir. Believe. “There’s one last thing we need to test,” Twila remarked. Justin raised one eyebrow in question. “Taste.” She added. “Ah, yes.” Justin nodded. He lay flat on his back. Twila straddled his face. Justin grabbed her ass, burying his face in her delicious, cherry-flavored pussy. It tasted just like cherries. Not at all plastic-y or chemical-like. He licked her clit vigorously. The friction made her squirm, her pussy pressing into his face as she did so. He gently licked around the opening of her.