Jen sniffed, and wiped her eyes."I am sorry, Tammy, its just so overwhelming. You are all taking it in stride. Tam, I'm scared! She wants us to commit...genocide. That's not something Americans do! That is what World War Two was supposed to stop. I know small wars are happening all around the world, but the human race goes on. She is talking about destroying an entire species. I just can't see us doing that, or being part of it. It's WRONG!"Jen burst into tears, and buried her face into Tammy's. Even though Gloria was curious she was also scared but the two girls made her excited. Sandy and Jill took her hands and moved her over to the message table and while Sandy went up and massaged Gloria’s breasts Jill say on a stool and pulled herself up to Gloria’s cunt. Jill started slowly by running her fingers up and down the inside of Gloria’s thighs getting closer and closer to Gloria’s pussy lips. Meanwhile Sandy had worked up to sucking on Gloria’s. .usne kaha rohit pls meri chut ko mat haath lagana ..main kahan manne wala tha …maina aapni jibh uski chut pe rakh di …wo chikhne lagi ….maine kaha rina chikho mnat ..sare hotel ko pta chal jaeyga ..usne aapne munh pe haath rakh liya..mian uski chut chatata raha ..wo lick ho gayi ….ab uski baari thi usne mera lund nikala aur chusne lagi ..aur jab tak mera spurm uske munh main aa gya ab Maine lund uski munh main doabara daal diya …kayuki mujhe lund chuswana bahut acha lagta hai ..wo mana karne. As I said, I check the mail once a week ... unless the postman sets a basket by the box. He/she never has but discounting such a situation is foolish. Possible is possible ... it could happen.On this occasion ... the occasion being recycle pick up day ... I was thumbing through with one hand and depositing with the other hand all the junk mail that mailers seem to think I read.I used to slip a pound of sand into "Postage Guaranteed by Recipient" envelopes but now I recycle the paper. Those.