I have the wisdom of my own ancestry.So I wouldn’t be the Old Man of the Mountain, father of all assassins, but rather would I be his friend the poe... who sat under a tree by the fountain in the royal courtyard, paid a monthly stipend in gold with which to drink and think about sex and to write about thinking and drinking.After all who now can recall the political reasons or pure greed which motivated the drug addled murders of the hashishins- while every one even now recognize at least two. Chrissie conceded her place to her daughter but Bobby could see the reluctance in his mother's eyes, and for a second had to fight the urge to simply throw her on the bed and have her."Can you dance big sister?" he finally asked Patty as she moved into his arms."Noooo, of course not, I'm just dumb Patty," she pouted as she melted against her body."You're beautiful," he whispered back."Don't make fun of me." You've always been the one." I have?" I'll be your first," he promised."What?" she. "I was impatient. I was too intent on pushing you. We will try again, honey cunt. Would you try again? Please say yes."The hands slid between her arms and her chest, cupping her breasts, pinching a nipple. She recalled what happened and she wondered if she could try again. Maybe if she understood why she'd broken down? She'd been so close. The memory of what she did in the bar and in the park still took her breath away; so did her outrageous actions in Winter Garden. She had enjoyed it all,. "Here babe see if this will fit."Now that Lizzy had her toes painted Rosso Red, she squatted over the medium sized butt plug, had her mom spit on it as Mrs. Morton said, "Ok, just ease it in, it will be super comfy once it's in place." After lubing it up a few times with spit, Lizzy was able to sink the 2" butt plug and got a roaring cheer of approval from the HUS crowd that was watching from around the campus.With Mark and Sam now at full attention, Jennifer turned her attention of the two.