“Do what she says DeAngelo!” One of the boys pleaded. “Unlock the door!”“Two,” Becky said.“Becky please!” I pleaded.“Thwee,” Becky...said.Then, after a brief moment of silence, Becky slid her tiny fingers into the seam where the door met the frame, and pulled. The sound of shrieking metal was horrible, but Becky smiled as she peeled back the van’s sliding door. Bolts popped out and fell to the ground beside Becky’s tiny sneakers as she ripped the door from the frame, and threw it to the ground.. I was pretty sure it was all just a fantasy, but there was just enough lingering doubt to confuse me. My free hand went to my cock as my wife continued talking to me, “Fuck Jeremy, Jenna has my cunt so fucking wet. Too bad you weren’t here to watch...maybe join in.” Deciding to play along, I said, “Oh baby, if I was there I would do more than just watch.” She moaned, “Oh really, baby? What would you do? Shove your cock in my mouth while Jenna pleasured me? Push her out of the way and shove your. Peter slowly pulled out of me after we caught our breath.I saw his cock, coated in the mix of our juices, limp, but still impressively large laying across his thigh. I couldn’t let it stay that way, so I leaned down to it and cleaned it with my tongue, tasting the sweet combination of his cum and mine.Jack was as hard as a rock, and while Peter rested, I sucked my husband’s hard cock for a while before he had me on my back and mounted me. He slid in easily after being stretched and lubricated. Stall them in any way you can, from downright refusal to speak to them, to claiming you know nothing. The main thing is to admit nothing at all, no matter what they ask you. These journalists will try to twist anything you say into something you didn’t mean, so say nothing at all with any meaning.‘I am merely an employee of the Robertsons’ could be a good ploy. Imply that you don’t ask anything personal, and so don’t have any useful information at all. You can agree to phoning them if you find.