The silence is deafening, with the exception of the odd cough and rustle of the morning paper, of those with a seat.The outside air is cold, very cold... and the sky is still dark and as you peer into the darkness you see all the reflections of those around you, bouncing off the blackness and the cold, outside, reflected back into the light and heat of inside. You note those sleeping and their little peculiar nuances, something you would only see if you watched them in the privacy of their own. "There ya go, Honey. Can ya see them better? When ya finish, or get tired of your stogie, we'll go take a shower. I have a much higher regard for Brenda's opinion, NOW." Julia announced. "Chloe ISN'T a sweet lady. SHE'S MUCH MORE!!! I'M falling in love with her." Chloe's face twisted, and tears began running down her cheeks. "THANK YOU!!! BOTH OF YOU!!! I hope we will ALWAYS be such good friends."Julia asked her, "Do you have any money with you, or will you need some?" Chloe smiled at her.. This literary tidbit is not a criticism of conservatism per se; but onlyof one particular pack of thieving, duplicitious, short-sighted, power-mad, Constitution-raping neocon jackals who are no more conservativesthan Charlie Manson was a hippie. And oh... in no way is this humblefable meant as a slur against pig-mask wearing transvestite ballerinas.######################################IN THE NIXON BATHROOM- A Fable For Our Times. Copyright "The Gimp" 2007.The two secret service men. Was she cumming again? I wasn't sure all I knew was I started yelping like a poodle as I exploaded over and over inside my own grandmother. When my balls had emptied her leg fell back down and I collapsed fully on her. Lying with her breasts in my face gasping for air. Neither of us said anything for litterally a few minutes. We just lay there, my cock deflating inside her. Finally I slowly pulled out of her and backed away. Her pussy, kind of farted and some of my cum leaked out. It was pretty.