"It's Sarah," she laughed,"You sure?"A deliciously dirty laugh from behind us both and the tinkling of urine into the toilet bowl convinced me she was...'t lying.Mum waved cheekily at me from where she sat on the loo."I'm mummy and that dirty tart there is your aunt Sarah."Even though I felt like shit, my bloody cock wouldn't go down, and I had to almost push Sarah away from me while I stood under the shower until gradually my head cleared and my eyes actually began to focus properly."Oh it's a. To someone who wantsto think that there is an conspiracy, all he needs are a few facts and tobe able to blow them up out of proportion. Stuff like that works greatfor a book or a movie, but not in real life."Robert said, "Yes but in small towns, some of the groups you spoke aboutmake up most of the voters."I was laughing when I said, "You forget that I grew up in a small city.We had many small town friends. Like I said. Any nut who wants to, cantake a few facts and makeup any story that can. So I went in and was sitting on the couch next to him. He asked if I wanted to see his office, he had built it himself. So I followed him upstairs and he showed me the office. His room was next to it and I peeked in quick, he caught me and asked if I wanted the grand tour of his room. So I followed him in and he showed me his posters and certificates from work and such. Than he kissed me and it was amazing , I had been kissed before but never with such force and passion. We continued to. ." I could tell. I'm really looking forward to your story when you're collected enough to tell it. So anyway, what group of guys doesn't automatically turn to survey six gorgeous girls dressed to fuck? That mini I was wearing last night barely covered my ass. The rest of the girls were every bit as sexy. We were a perfectly matched set. Six girls, six guys, and Alex right in the middle of it. It took the guys about two minutes to migrate to our table and buy our drinks for us. We made room at.