After the depressing breakfast, we scattered to think more.I spent the rest of the weekend with Ashley. This was not a time of endless sex, but a seri...s of sessions where we touched and talked. Ashley poured out her dreams and fears as I tried to comfort her and convince her that we could work things out. She was completely unwilling to allow me out of her sight except to go to the bathroom. When Sunday night rolled around, I feared she would not allow me to go home. In the end, I stood on the. ." I understand..." No, really," I insisted, "it did... She wanted me to look at her prom dress magazine to help her pick one out and she barged in when I was masturbating, and then one thing led to another..." I shrugged."Oh... uh, OK," she said, blushing, clearly seeming a little nervous. But also, I noticed she had rock hard nipples, and was shivering a little. Was Mom turned on too?I looked down to make sure I was still up to the challenge. Yep. "Uh, Mom?" Yes, dear?" She looked up at me. Two notes on township legends. Confirming evidence was discovered centuries ago that Abdul Hadi originally wanted to title his First Tower "Dark Judgment", but at the pleading of his wives who were editing the manuscripts, he agreed to change the title to "The Preacher Man", even though he told his wives he found the title somewhat embarrassing.A more interesting confirmation of a township legend occurred just three years ago, in the discovery of a series of private communications among. .. Eeeuw, yuck. These stink! Ugh, that’s pretty rank.“Oh my god, look at the crotch of these things, all stained up like that. No! These have got actual real-life cum in them. Masses and masses and even more masses of it! How... ?”“Ahhkk!”“I know, you’re right. It seems a bit ripe for a family game, I might have to adjust the levels of authenticity of the clues.“Ahhkk?”“How would I know? I’m not going to taste them, and what would that prove anyway? It’s not like I know what cum tastes like –.