. ," Shani prompted him, knowing he'd already come up with something."I was thinking of making it personal, but still nonspecific enough so no one wou...d be able to figure out what it was. I'm thinking of simply calling it BCM energy, or just BCM for short." BCM?" Cate asked, glancing at her brother."It stands for 'Becky, Cate and Melissa'," Alex answered. "That way it gives credit for what they are each doing for me, since I know one of the three will likely eventually unlock the secrets to it.. Her mouth was being forced down over the huge swollen head of Harold's giant cock.There was that bastard John, sticking his hard prick into his precious baby's unprotected pussy from behind, and there was that fucking Mike, lying back on the bed, his limp prick still glistening from having dumped his jism somewhere in his baby's body."Fuckin' bastards, low life scum!" Jake muttered, his liquor- fogged mind accepting no responsibility for what was going on in the room. He was ready to go. I don't belong, but I passed their test once on a dare from my wife, my wonderful wife. Therein lies the story. I met her while I was at UT. I was in the honors course at the McCombs School of Business and I was also in Plan II.Everyone knows about McCombs, it's always in the top ten business schools in the country. Plan II is less well known and much harder to get into. They only accept about 100 or so each year. It's a liberal arts program started in the 1930s. Basically, you take special. He had undoubtedly consumed much more alcohol than he could handle. ‘Damn,’ I thought, ‘I can’t leave the old bugger there. If it turns any colder, he could freeze to bleeding death.’ ‘Come on, Pop, where do you live? I suppose I’m going to have to walk you home.’ ‘That is kind of you, Graham. I am feeling a littleunsteady. I should be alright after I’ve been in the fresh air for a little while.’ It didn’t strike me at the time. But this old boy knew my name, I never have worked that one out..