His father had been a prominent Bircher. One of the first in the country to turn his barn into an easel for signs composed by The Messenger. The same ...ign would appear in multiple locations across the country.They’re Coming For Our Guns!States Rights!Federal Reserve = Jews!No one in law enforcement knew who The Messenger was. There was speculation that it was a committee. Keeping the true believers on ... um, message. Making sure the signs were spelled right, that each current topic was. Then, my tongue fondled her clit. She froze instantly. A muted scream came from her throat as I licked her pussy with my tongue several times.Then she seemed to go berserk. She grabbed my head with both hands, forced my face into her pussy. My tongue licked her hot button. She was bouncing her hips insanely. Her head whipped back and forth as mewing sounds came from her mouth. Her juices flowed copiously which I lapped up hungrily. "Oh, God, oh God, " she cried. "Fuck me Tony please, Give me. Westville's team score could be the best ever with Sara, Erin, Eric, and me!Laura was finally learning to reign in her strength. She was the hardest hitter of the group, but still too often lost concentration and would end up slicing the ball way off to the right. Maintaining focus was always her greatest challenge. She told me that she got to thinking about sex and would feel horny and aroused and then she couldn't hit the ball straight. It wasn't like the rest of us didn't think about sex. "You can repeat the same fight over and over." Her face took on a very lewd expression. "Actually, that's kind of the whole point."She slithered towards him. More tentacles budded off her blue body and reached out for his immobilized body."But first: you came, you lost, now it's time to enjoy your Bad End."Her expression was now really lewd ... really lewd and hungry.Bad End? Jackson didn't like the sound of that at all. Japs were freaks, everyone knew that. This end scene could be anything,.