Talked to actor. Forget anything interesting. The ‘IRA group’ was three guys, including actor. Now it’s two guys and a support network. I’ll g... back to sleep now. I’m awake. Apparently, ‘support network’ includes losers from Boston who have AR-15s older than I am. BRB…. I hope. Back. The ARs weren’t well maintained. One jammed, one exploded, and I clubbed the other one with his own gun. I may go back to sleep. Still awake. IRA idiots tried again. More hitmen from Bah-ston. Must get one to say. . well it didn’t knock me out, but it definitely knocked me over.As I lay on the floor, slightly stunned, Megan realized what she had done and immediately began crying and yelling, “Oh, John, I’m sorry, John, please talk to me, John, please say something, John.”“Plan C worked,” I told Megan. “I love you!”Then Megan and I were both laughing, but not for long, because then we were kissing as I was laying on my back with Megan laying on top of me.The apron was tied in the back and I quickly untied. Brad rode me for an hour and a half before he finally shot his load of man spunk into my butt. Brad was laying on my back breathing deeply as the door bell rung, Brad pulled his semi rigid penis from my bung and slapped my buttocks saying 'don't move, they want that pussy sloppy band ready to be fucked. Four guys between thirty and fifty came into the bedroom and quickly undressed, Brad told them 'he's a damn good dick sucker and can take plenty dick so have fun.' The first old bastard climb. She could nolonger manage independent living, mainly because of two hipreplacements, and now a dodgy right knee and a creaky back. I had readenough to know that her daily doses of estrogen would have delayed butnot ultimately prevented the onset of osteoporosis, hence her noticeablestoop. Her own hair was now thin and straggly, but she had three nicewigs. She got on pretty well with all the residents, and had twoparticular friends, Kathleen and Gillian, one a bit older and the otheryounger than.