Then maybe you can get some idea on how to write a story you shell headed freak!We were boozing it up as we usually do on Wednesday night seeing as ho... we can just skip our Thursday classes. Anyway, we got this huge ass keg in the living room on the coffee table. My buddy, Jason, just finished pissing in a can that the frat president was using to shit chew in. Then, the weak ass bastard passed out. Not that I minded, cause I got to laugh at him later AND make out with his hot little chick until. ”“If I interrupt my busy schedule to do it now what’s in it for me? Maybe a little fuck to sweeten the deal?”“Come on Ted. We tried that, you know it won’t work. Your dick is just too small, it just rattles around in my pussy.”“Okay then, how about a nice blowjob?”“Just sit down on the couch and pull it out. After you take one of your little blue pills”I walk over and get on my knees in front of his minute little cock. It’s barely thicker than my index finger, and tree inches long, erect. I. [several lines of obviously coded message followed]She'd been on this job for nearly three and a half years, and had never gotten a 'Flash Flash Red Tomato' email. It was an emergency message from the White House. She picked up her phone and called Marty Myrowitz, her head computer geek. After calling him to her office, she called Thomas Fitzhugh, her old boss at the FBI.Yes, he could confirm that he'd received an urgent message, coded from the White House, containing a 128 character key, and. Parker, dressed in her usual all black blazer, skirt, pantyhose and heels, knocked on Bree's room door.Bree called, "Come on in Ms. Parker."Ms. Parker took a deep breath, got ready for the confrontation and walked in the door guns a blazing. But what she saw when she entered the room stopped her dead in her tracks. There on the bed, fully dressed, was Bree, her legs spread wide. A girl, wearing white thigh high stockings and heels, was between her legs and under Bree's dress.Bree looked at the.