WHERE WERE YOU LAST NIGHT! I called like a hundred times. Ya sorry about that, Shaun came over. Did you guys talk about it? Ya you could say that. Ros... said getting a big grin on his face. Well, are you guys friends again? After last night I thing we are a little more than friends. Ross said. Shut up, tell me everything that happened. How am I supposed to do both those things at the same time. Ross joked. Oh come on you have to tell me, your killing me over he- Suddenly the phone was ripped out. Odds were at least one of the participants would have a photographer present. Politicians and Marty had that in common, they all like publicity.I kind of expected that the Reverend could do without it, but he had better get used to it. If he wanted to play in Tommy Thompson's game, there was going to be a price to pay. That price was to allow Tommy to squeeze the Reverend for all the photo ops possible.The meeting was at noon, only because Tommy had to get from the state capitol to Aster. Marty. Mom backed her big fanny on to my face and I licked up her moist lips. She give out a big moan and sank down further on to my cock. I started to push my big fat black tongue inside, parting her lips as I went.Mom squealed in excitement and lifted from my cock and started to thrust her body back and forth on my tongue. I could hear her excitement building with her moaning and panting getting louder.In a flash, she was standing over me, turned, held on to the headboard and started to lower down. The regulars were so used to Carl’s frustrating condition, they simply hollered for him to open the door and come in already.Though he was agonizingly annoying, he had a childishness that sometimes-caused people to mistakenly think they could relate to him and help him live a more normal existence. There was no chance. Carl was and would always be one of the most intelligent idiots that ever lived. Between his cornucopias of neurotic personality defects, he was host to a psychiatric text book.