Of course this left a wide expanse of bare tanned midriff showing. She made me wear a rugby jersey, shorts and socks (but I was allowed to wear runnin...g shoes, not boots).She created a sensation when we arrived and a number of the male guests clustered round her. There were, however, a couple of other sexily dressed women that attracted my attention. This included cousin Hilda whom I had always fancied since she was a 13-year old. She wore a Hawaiian outfit, a brief bikini top with flowers sewn. No press was invited or allowed on the grounds, but the day we left the G-8 summit some reporter asked what we planned to do. My first thoughts were to say something rude and unprintable, and Marilyn knew it, so she laughed and wagged her finger at me, telling me to behave. Instead, I laughed and made a joke about doing quality control inspections of Irish distilleries. Some smart fellow over at John Jameson must have heard the interview, because the next day, right after we woke up, one of our. I walked over to his bed and said harvey get your lazy ass up i need my car keys please and you need to get ready for school he said "10 more minutes" i laught and said "do you remember what happend the last time you said that" harvey must have rememered because he sat up. he looked amazing for just waking up anyway i asked him where my keys was, he took my keys from his side desk and put them in his boxer shorts then said with a devilist look "come get them" i smiled and closed my eyes at the. ”“Such as?” I asked.“How wonderful sex is,” Constance said dreamily. “And how much I need a man like you in my life.”“That’s a horrible reason to give yourself a nasty nickname,” I said.“It’s trashy,” Constance agreed. “But its also what I now know I’ll become.”“What?” Ashley asked.Constance sat up a little and looked over at Ashley. “Would you ever want another man to put his cock in your cunt?”Ashley just laughed. “Um, that would be a no,” she replied.“So you are also Mark’s Cunnie. Your cunt.