And even Bill, who's tried everything, now, I think, would draw the line at sheep. Anyway he'll be back tomorrow.I tried writing a bit of poetry. Of c...urse, I'm not a proper poet like Bill or Sam. They're going to be fucking famous when they're discovered.Anyway, here it is:'Twas on a groovy vase's side, Where psychedelic art had dyedThe fucking flowers that blow;Demurest of the tabby kind, The huffish Dylan reclined, Gazed on the lake below.Of course, it's not finished yet. But it's about our. I held her close in my arms. She snuggled in close and fit me like a glove. She ground her pelvis into my hard cock. I grabbed her hand and led her to the car where we began some serious petting and kissing. She asked me if Id like to stay the night. I said I thought we should get a motel room instead of going to one of our houses. I have an idea, I said. We arent far from Hilton Head Island. Would you like to go there? We could make a weekend of it. She wondered if I meant the same motel where. Atretes groaned at the touch and began to thrust in her mouth. She felt strangely powerful, as though she controlled that strong body with nothing but her lips, her tongue. She became more confident in her motions, sucking firmly and experimented stroking with her hand as well. His thrusting picked up speed and force and she grabbed his hips for balance. It was too much! His cock was bumping the back of her throat and tears began to stream down her face. She tried to pull back but his hands. How could someone slaughter two women and a little child? I knew Charles was going to go nuclear when he found out and had a chance to think about it.If he survived..."Sit down, Steve. Get some rest. That's an order." I excused myself and headed to the comm. room."CIC on deck," an over anxious Air Force officer shouted."As you were," I said softly. Everybody was too tired to jump and down every time I walked in the room. "Steve gave me the news. Does the media know yet?'A voice responded to.