As if to offset the sensationalism of the print hype, there were some smaller articles about some retired military types being arrested and brought in...to assist with the new police force's inquiries about the massacre. Danny read the articles with some interest because it represented a new approach to the current discussion of that fateful Sunday in 1972 and he wanted to believe they were accurate but it seemed all too convenient considering past history with the reporting on the Troubles and. When she got to the bathroom, she saw her image in the full-length mirror inside. Her skin was flushed a rosy pink. She could see the front of her dress gaping open, revealing the pale-blue lacy material of her bra and her panties. She wore the kind that came up to her waist, finding the bikini type uncomfortable. Her bra was conservative, but pretty. The cups were large enough to contain her beautiful round boobies, but for some reason, her nipples had hardened, and were outlined against the. I told her about the whole evening in brief rushed sentences, slightly embarrassed but also knowing that she had probably been doing the same things at a different party.“I was in disguise so I did whatever I wanted. First I picked the three guys who were with me when you called. After the phone call I let them have my ass. I wouldn’t let them cum on my face. After we parted I took on another three guys. One at a time but in public areas. I found a room with holes in the wall where cocks would. Christean and I walked to her house. Me in dirty sweat pants and sweat shirt, her in leggings and a nice blouse. When we got to her house I wanted to shower because I was cold dirty. I retreated up the stairs to her bathroom, I assumed she was making diner. Once I entered the bathroom I stripped off my cloths and began running the water. The room was soon hot and steamy, the mirror fogged. I stepped in the shower, letting the hot water run over me, letting it sooth my body. I began to clean.