”Lauren felt like she was treading on thin ice. “Honey, you know that new furniture I just put in downstairs? Well, one of the reasons I bought it...was for you. If you ever wanted to spend the night, it would give you a place of your own, you know? I’m not saying you should just move in, but if it ever gets too crazy, you’ll always be welcome.”Heather looked up sharply at this and her face brightened. “Really?”“Hey, careful now. I’m not one of your parents and don’t have any legal right over. Blah blah blah blah, except for blah blah blah blah blah, which is blah blah blah blah blah, y'know?"With an effort, I unglazed my eyes, and admitted that my sailing erudition is limited."The Yacht Club is also a social center," she explained. "Members and their friends hang there during the day, and they host a lot of events we'll probably be going to." What, movie nights, stuff like that?" And other things."Emily shuffled a little to one side with my cock in her mouth, turning my hips with. Unfortunately for the Revisionists, there are a few fundamental problems with their theory. First, there are all the witnesses that survived it, tens of thousands of them on both sides. Then, of course, there's all the photographs and film footage of the concentration camps and lastly, there's the problem of the six million missing Jews. Believe it or not though, more and more people are buying into such a ludicrous conspiracy.Of course, I have to admit that not all conspiracies are unfounded. Mark began massaging my shoulders, back and waist making long sweeping movements from my shoulders down to my butt. His hands felt really good on my body and I had missed that. He then grabbed my hips and lifted my ass up into the air so I was on my knees and my front resting down on my shoulders. Positioned like this I suddenly felt a wet finger touch the bud of my ass and push inward. At first I said, no Mark we've never done that before but he just replied that it will be fine Mom. He kept.