Born June 9th, 1952. In class, he would tell us in a quick one-liner about knowing how to kill a man with two fingers. When he first mentioned it, he ...aid, ‘I’m a terrorist, hunted by the FBI for the last twenty-seven years.’ I laughed, as did we all. In retrospect, twenty-seven years ago from that year was the Yom Kippur war. To tell the truth, I sort of liked him. He took disrespectful students’ comments and fired one-liners back at them that were as subtle as torpedoes. He kept his calm at. So what? But I digress. The entire point of this monologue has been to make one thing clear, I had no plans for Canada Day. That is, until my friend asked me to babysit her daughter while she went out to party with her friends. Since to me, July 1st was just another day, I agreed. Unfortunately, that meant I would have to find something to keep my friends ten-year-old daughterfor the purposes of this story, let us call her Candybusy. Luckily, she found the answer for me when she insisted on. I really don’t think she remembers too much more but I am certain that Sally would remember her mum getting fucked last night but right now that wasn’t my problem.“Want some coffee?” I asked getting up from my chair and realizing just how short my robe was but not as short as her skirt was after six turns but I decided not to mention that, “Oh Yes please” she answered looking at my legs still not fully focused.As I returned with her coffee and a couple of pain killers she had straightened up. "Oh my god, Bryce, harder," Seth yells. "Shit! Seth, make her feel you like I'm making you feel me," Bryce moans while slamming in Seth's ass. Seth puts his hand on the back of the couch to get better penetration and he starts pounding in me. I arch my back and grab his throat. My hips are thrusting up. 'Oh my god. Shit! Lonnie, don't stop thrusting your hips, baby." Bryce is slamming in Seth's ass and that's making Seth slam in me. We're all three moaning and clawing at each other. I look up.