Naughty, naughty Christie. We'll get you all cleaned up.”I loved how amazing of a father he was. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~December 17th, 2026 �... Tad BlakeI slouched down into the seat across the desk in the heart of the police station. The two detectives sat down across from me. They left the door to the “interview” room open. It was there, inviting like I could just leave. I tapped my foot on the ground, aching to just bolt out of here. I knew it had to be my bitch of a sister trying to get. As a matter of fact, I do believe that I may be addicted to this type of sex and like all addictions it may come back one day and hurt me. So far no hurts. So far is all sex and fun. But with this new wrinkle that some bois wanted other bois fucking them we had to go ahead and change some rules just a bit. One, like I said above, all bois we had to know. Two, all sex with boi to boi was totally consensual. Nobody is going to be forced to do what they do not want to do. Three, all bois doing. Fix, he thought, could only be an agent of Mr. Fogg’s friends at the Reform Club, sent to follow him up, and to ascertain that he really went round the world as had been agreed upon. ‘It’s clear!’ repeated the worthy servant to himself, proud of his shrewdness. ‘He’s a spy sent to keep us in view! That isn’t quite the thing, either, to be spying Mr. Fogg, who is so honourable a man! Ah, gentlemen of the Reform, this shall cost you dear!’ Passepartout, enchanted with his discovery, resolved to. "Yeah but Tommo saw up your skirt" I added."He couldn't have!" She replied breathlessly."When you walked up the stairs, said you were wearing a white thong" I clarified."Oh my god!" She blushed "I can't believe he saw my knickers!"Anna was clearly getting worked up by what I was telling her and we kissed passionately. I reached up and cupped her ample breast through her vest top. "Does it turn you on that they were perving over you?" Yeah!" She gasped."Do you want to do more?" I asked, knowing.