It used to be a day of patriotism and nationalistic spirit. Unlike Flag Day, or Independence Day, Memorial Day was not for America's collective vanity... it was not a day to pat ourselves on the back and espouse all the ways Americans dominate global affairs. Nor was it for recognising the service of all the men and woman who carried the nation's colours into battle like Veteran's Day.Memorial Day was a reflective time. A day when we mourned those killed serving the Stars and Stripes. Flags. “I don’t suppose that bra they found back there was yours, by chance, ‘young lady’.” The last two words were said very sarcastically.“Oh, so you want further proof, is that it?” Mel yanked her top up over her tits, her ample chest encased in her white lace bra. When it seemed like that was going to be enough to convince him, he leaned in for a closer look and the light went back to her panties. "Mmm, I don't know. The evidence on this window looks pretty convincing that you..."Without letting. The painful sensation of inner expansion came with a delayed impact to explode through her obscenely impaled loins, forcing guttural groans from her half open lips. "Oh... oh, my God!" she moaned, her widened eyes gaping unseeingly as her panting animal- lover began to fuck rapidly up into her cunt from behind! Her head jarring against the pillow from his every powerful, breast- quivering charge, Carol tried to concentrate on the reflected sight of his long thick scarlet cock plunging wetly up. Fredi let out a yelp as she pulled apart the thin fabric of her gown and stood in all her naked glory.The Wolfram and Hart employees were getting into the 'entertainment', some literally. Then a new figure appeared at the main entrance to the ballroom. A seven feet hulk of a man walked in. He held twin leashes in his hands, and gave them a rough jerk.HoneyCunt and Anni stumbled in on their towering pumps.One never known now that the pink haired slut was once a brilliantly smart witch. Or that.