I knew that the engagement in Taranto harbor was not highly publicized in international press and was not overly amazed when my submitted content was ...ever printed back in New York City. It had been buried like most of the stories about the “Final Solution” that was deemed far too dark for normal public input. Even Britain was reluctant to print some of the grizzly details of the concentration camp regime and the slow demolition of Jewish culture and Jewish populations from both Old Europe and. How I would have loved to say that though. And that was the thing with the sex-lines. Obviously I didn’t know what She looked like, but I could talk about my life as a perv, usually starting off with “I’m a double-u eh en key ee are”, and usually She’d pause for a minute and then say “a wanker?”, and I’d say “yes”, and She’d say “why didn’t you just say that then?” and I’d explain that I didn’t want to be offensive, but then go on to tell Her how just looking at photos made me cum in my pants,. Her bra and panties quickly followed as she climbed into my lap. My wife squeezed my hand as the girl slid her hot, dripping pussy down my pole. She leaned forward so her tits were in my face. Obediently, I suckled each beautiful breast in turn as she rose up and down on me. My wife's eyes were on her pussy, watching my cock disappear inside her bush. She reached out her hand and placed it on the girl's leg. The girl hissed at the pleasure she was getting from my mouth and meat, and, turning to. We sit down and I quickly unwrap a brat and take a big bit."Ahhh ... that's the stuff" I groan. It only takes three more bits tofinish the first one. "I haven't had one of those in four months. IfJanice knew ..." There's no reason for her to know anything. It's just a friendly lunchbetween colleagues."I unwrap the second brat. Lipscomb isn't eating anything. "Don't you wantone, Dan?" I'm more a four star restaurant kind of guy." Your loss." I take another bite. "So ... what's this all about?.