I decided to go home and watch the news. First I told Mona what Weena had said, of course, and then left. I was home before the 11 o'clock news. Which...we watched.There was little more. Willy wasn't identified. Apparently, a vessel had been sighted which didn't respond to requests for identification. A copter had been sent from Broome to ID the ship. The copter reported that it was being fired upon and was going down. Aircraft and navy vessels were en route the scene. The film came back. I watch as his eyes go wide at the site of my unit, still soft but still an impressive sight to him. I’m instantly over any anxiety and I realize that if this guy wants to suck my cock I’m gonna treat him like all the lil female sluts that I’ve fucked NSA. I stare him down and he’s shocked by how I just spoke to him then he smiles and says, “How did you know I like to be treated like that.” I grin from ear to ear “its written all over your face cunt big bold letters that read WHORE now we are. “That doesn’t hurt?” asked Mary, whispering.Bev twisted her face away from Bobby’s, to look at her sister, around his head.“No!” she gasped. “Now it’s your turn to shut up.”Mary watched, as her brother’s finger disappeared up inside of her sister. Bev obviously loved that. Her thrusting hips made that clear. But Mary remembered the pain, when Bobby had put only a little of his finger in her. Her own hand went between her legs. She’d never put anything inside her, but now, she slipped one. Ah, the great life he and Maire would live with their stout lads to work the land and their pretty lasses to please the eyes of a man in his age. Charlie sat at her make-up mirror, musing over the stories Grandpa Driscoll had told her about Crispen O’Driscoll, the first of the family to move from Ireland during the great potato famine. He had settled in the small town of Baconsburg, Ohio and found a job as an assistant to the town smithy. Later, a few years before the railroad came and the town.