When we finally arrived at her University accommodation block I couldn’t help but feel nervous.My heart was racing and my stomach was starting to tw...st. I was both excited and nervous.The security at the front desk looked at me in a judging way when they saw my security ID badge and the fact they had never seen me before. They were both old looking men so obviously they didn’t approve. We walked up the stair case and up to her room. When we entered she grabbed a bottle of water and gulped it. Suddenly, four men stepped out of the bushes beside the road and pointed rifles at Billy. They completely ignored the women, which had become a common mistake in the last few weeks. Billy said, "Howdy, Gentlemen, what can we do for y'all?"One of the men said, "Ya kin start out by givin' us all yer money an' yer guns. Then we'll talk about yer women."With this as a confirmation that the men were bushwhackers, Billy bent over in the saddle to get some protection behind his horse's neck and head.. Not one but four streams of spunk fell on to fat belly and cunt. Then it was her turn to give me show as she rubbed my spunk around her hairy twat. ‘Oh, I just love men’s spunk, sperm call it what you like, especially young virile young men’s like yours. In fact, my really kinky fetish is for four to five virile men to fill my cunt with cum, then put on some big pants and go shopping feeling the cum run down my legs. How perverted is that? Now we have got off to a great start tell me your name.. I’m not so staunch, but I lean Democratic.Daddy has never, not once, tried to influence my politics. He’s always wanted Autumn and me to grow up to be independent thinkers. It’s working with me.I’m writing this in the Spring of 2017 and Daddy is becoming increasingly uncomfortable with our new President. And even more disgusted with our super-partisan Congress.What a mood the country is in. I have to wonder how it will affect our lives. My career. Vanessa’s.The Hotel Phillips, 20 stories of art.