I ground the charcoal to powder and mixed it withthe egg and milk. Home made Ipecac. If the subject doesn't puke, thecharcoal eats the poison. I told ...Jill to force it down Megan's throat.The E.M.T.s arrived and took care of Megan. She was an in out at thehospital and I called my Aunt Belle. She told me to be myself and shewould talk to Megan. However Megan had to be at work that night, and noone knew what was going on. Megan and I were the same height and thesame build. I thought except for the. Molly was entirely immersed in her own complicated dealings with the Whitehall agencies that sifted through the "rubble" for old enemies and continued infiltration activities that disregarded the call to peace. As long as her husband was not actively supporting the anti-UK element, she saw no conflict with the situation and was quite satisfied that he had not gotten involved in any way since 1995. As far as what he had done before that, she turned a blind eye and he was eternally grateful for. She couldn’t make it in time and called EMS. We got there, had just enough time to get her in the back of the truck, and delivered her son there. She named him after the three of us on the truck that night. To have that sort of reaction—and the call her husband gave us when he got home, showering us with praise and thanks—it borders on unreal. That’s what I live for, the nights where I know I did something that had an impact on someone. So what do you do?’ I asked, turning the conversation away. “He would sit right there. So he could watch up close,” I said, and then I went back to sucking.“Yeah,” Ray said, “that would be perfect.”I pulled my mouth off. “I want him to watch your giant cock cum in my mouth. I want to look Jason in the eye while I suck you dry.” And I went back to sucking.“That is wrong,” he chuckled. “And then what?” Ray asked. “His turn?”I pulled off and leaned up. “I’ve never let Jason cum in my mouth.”Ray’s eyes got wide. “Are you serious?”“I’m not letting his teeny,.