It was the first day of January. A new year. New challenges. New friends. And about fifty phone messages. Mom started writing them down and then hung ...p the phone."Brian, it sounds like these messages are all for you. You write them down and let us know if there are any for us, okay honeybunch? Dad and I are going out for a while. In fact, we probably won't be back until tomorrow sometime. Don't even ask to go along. Jennifer and Courtney are with Jen's dad in Indianapolis. There should be. I cautiously look back to see her holding herself open and letting it fly! This was so far outside of anything I had ever done with anyone, but even more unbelievable to be doing it with Kay. And yet there was definitely something about it that had me moaning as well.I figured she would turn on the shower when she was finished, but instead, Kay walked around behind me and seconds later, I felt her fingers gaining a good hold on the jewel end of the butt plug and she started pulling it out of. Not anymore. The bitch. Washed up, has been, good for nothing whore!Not that I really wanna fuck that old bag anyway. She’s certainly reached her expiration date, believe me. She sure hasn’t aged well at all.She could take some lessons from that MILF French first lady. Hell, I’d bang the shit out of that Frenchie fuckbag right now.What the fuck? What is this shit? I’m a billionaire. I am a fucking billionaire. I have A LOT OF MONEY. TED TRILLION ZILLION DOLLARS.These pansies, cryin’ snowflakes. After lunch I spent time on the phone with a network engineer from InfoNet finalizing the specifications and configurations for connecting our offices to their Wide Area Network.March 19, 1992, Chicago, Illinois“How will this work?” I asked.“Today? Just sit and listen. We’ll be voting on two proposals. Both of them are more of my mom’s liberal political crap. I don’t think I have the votes to defeat them this time. Vote your conscience. Next meeting, you should start arguing your position. But.
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