“Awe fuck Tom! I must be dreaming! Her hot little tongue is like heaven! Yeah that’s it sweetie....all the way down the hatch (GRUNT)!”Exclaims ...Mr. Ballsner while bucking his hips in rhythm with Janelle’s fast-paced double hand jacking and throat stuffing as his low hangin nuts practically smack against her chest. “Ok, that’s enough Mr. Ballsner. I don’t need you cummin too quick and ruining my makeup now.”Says Janelle as her mascara is already running and her lipstick is smeared all over her. Her tongue wiggled side to side in that familiar way and the scent of her hair was all around me.We both realized what was happening at about the same time, and separated-- forcing ourselves to respect her wedding vows. Turning away, we quickly started talking about something else to distract ourselves, but inside, I was still savouring her sweet taste.After a while, we got out of the tub and went to the living room to relax. Our conversation had ironically turned to the philosophy of ethics.. We took turns to stay up and wake the others at the right time, then we stripped in our rooms, crept through the house naked and went down to the pool. After a few goes, Peter changed our destination to the lake, but we only did that once as it was bloody cold.On Monday 1st September 1969 there wasn’t a coup in Libya. The history books had already rewritten themselves, but I watched the news carefully just to be sure. The Crown Prince became King Hasan as planned the following day.Our. As I reached it, I heard a voice call out, “Hang on!”I turned around to see a woman in a mannish three piece tweed suit smiling at me.“You must be one of the new girls. What’s your name?” The woman had slicked back blonde hair, thin lips and heavy eyebrows that gave her a rather sinister appearance.“Meakin, Ma’am,” I responded.“God, you’re plain though! And grubby!” She reached forward and pushed me back against the wall. Shocked, I dropped the coal scuttle with a clatter and tried to break.