" I'm not stupid. You had to be thinking about sex."Oh Tammy, if you knew the perverted thoughts your brother had you wouldn't want to know."I was thi...king about Melissa. You know, the cheerleader." You like her?" said Tammy surprised.I shrugged and said, "Yeah." You mean Melanie?" Yeah." Isn't her name Michelle?"Doh!"Right. Yeah." Was it someone you saw on TV?" she asked. "Barney?"Barney was in the midst of his sickening song. I flipped the channel. I wanted to feel better not worse. On TV was. On the way we met these two lasses in New Oxford Street, trying to make their way from a demo they'd been on back to Paddington for a train home to the west country. Since it was eight pm they were in trouble if they thought they were going to make the last Saturday night train, but we offered to help and take them to Paddington by tube just in case they got lucky.They'd missed the train. They weren’t happy, but they didn’t have much choice, or much chance of finding a hotel room. So the skinny. "The last we saw on the internet, you were in the hands of the terrorists and they were preparing to behead you. Then Gwen goes to Iraq and brings you home. There's a lot left unknown. Can you tell us anything more?" I'm not going to say anything I do know not for a fact to be true," replied Steve carefully. "I will say that my very good friend, and fellow SEAL, Chip Martin, saved my life. He was the difference. He was badly injured in the process, but he's recovering now. I will never be able. He could feel his spunk rising and thought that he would be a gentleman and see where Margaret wanted his semen, "Margaret, I am going to cum, where....?" he started to ask but she, in the process of cumming again squealed, "In my cunt, cum in my cunt," and almost immediately Richard did so and did so hard.Once they had both stopped climaxing they kissed and both, sort of insanely, giggled. "Well that is how you should treat your cleaner," laughed Margaret. "And every boss should get his arse.