Make sure you get the press involved. You do all that, and you'll get that reform passed." I don't think they do things that way around here." Probabl... not. That's why, the first time there is a real public relations campaign to make some changes it'll be such a shock that it'll shake things up. I'd bet, maybe once the public gets used to nagging the Parliament over things they want, things in this country might change and the system won't be so stuffy." Well, you ought to talk to Spokesman. Finding a seat on a empty freight carton, he softly strummed a few chords then he begin to sing.The camp grew still. The soft murmur of conversations all but ceased. More confident now, his mellow voice grew louder. Almost immediately the hardened men, down on their luck, drew nearer to listen to the clear strong voice of the young hobo.The first song was about daddy and home. I still remember the first few lines of the lyrics..."I'm dreaming tonight of an old Southern Town,And the best friend. I held her and told her she'd have to be a marrow, before he'd notice! That made her laugh. I said if you were a marrow, he'd hold you and caress you... like this. I then ran my hands along her back and gently kissed her bare neck. She stretched her head to the side, enjoying this game, letting me kiss her shoulder too. As I kissed it, the strap of her nightie slid down her arm, exposing part of her breast. I froze, waiting for her to freak out. She quietly asked "what else would he do?". I. His hand was moving upper towards to the honey hole. Her hand was soon on the hole. He was rubbing her pussy very hard. He tried to lower her short. Even Dipty wanted to get fuck. She didn’t resist her father. Dad soon got her short out. She was still looking small school girl in her tiny white panty. Her Dad hand was so big that her whole pussy was covered with his one hand. He was rubbing her pussy very had. He just aside the panty and was rubbing her cunt lips. She was already wet there.‘You.