It was a thump against the outside of her house. she stood up, putting on her robe, trying to see through the dark. she made her way downstairs, and t...rough the kitchen to look out the back door window nothing hmm, she thought. maybe it was in her dreams. she made her way back through the house to be certain the front for was locked. as she turned to go back upstairs, by the door, she noticed a pair of white men’s shoes that she never saw before.Stricken with fear she instantly backed away and. I sucked on her butt cheeks and gave her hard spanks. She loved it.I started licking her hairy pussy from behind. Mmm, it was so yum! I wanted to lick it, eat it and bite it. I pushed my tongue in and sucked all her juices out. She moaned heavily and screamed, “Behenchoddd” every time I stuck my tongue in her pussy. I rubbed her asshole with my thumb which made her enjoy even more.Then I naughtily pushed my thumb in her butt a little without her realizing that I stuck my whole thumb up her. On your back on the edge of the bed slut, leg’s wide apart. You guys decide who goes first and the rest of you girls make sure we have no limp cocks, you know what to do.First up was Sam, a cock I knew very well of course. Sam knows my triggers and it wasn’t long before I was cumming, an exquisite orgasm. Next up was Andy then Bob, two more orgasms this was turning out to be quite a night, Then Paddy who I had never fucked, I looked over at Ellie who smiled a beaming smile back. The boy was. The crew was speechless. The security team and the Pope’s entourage were speechless.No one knew what to say, not even the Pope.But that afternoon, NBC, CBS, ABC, MSNBC, CNN all knew how to cover the story. Their banner headlines read “TRUMP CAN’T SWIM!”Do you like to read a good murder mystery? This is NOT a true story but remains a good read.On March 23, 1994, the medical examiner viewed the body of Ronald Opus, and concluded that he died from a shotgun wound to the head.Mr. Opus had jumped.