. it was wrong, so very wrong… I’m married, my husband was right there, yet… I… I ” she started to stumble again.I looked at her, feeling co...nfused.“After you left, I just laid there… I felt so guilty, but I didn’t want the feeling to stop”I cautiously took a step closer to her.“Didn’t your husband say anything when he woke up?”“Didn’t he ask you why you were on the bed with your shirt and bra missing?”“I told him I was drunk too and I’d taken my top off because it got wet” she replied, still. So far... you better not stop now..."I take her at her word, and begin easing my finger slowly in and out of her now slick ass. More oil and the finger slids easily into her tight tube, bringing groans from Heather, but not of pain or distress, so I work my finger further in until I was using the full length, sliding it around in her tight asshole and working the ring of muscle at the entrance. Taking plenty of time and oil, her ass iss now taking my finger easily, and unconsciously Heather is. I said that I lost a true friend and indeed I have; but the nation and in fact the world has lost a true friend. The terrorist plot Pharnuil foiled would have been on an epic scale. Without his quick and selfless action, the enormously powerful explosion would have taken place in the very populated and busy Union Station. Somehow the terrorists had jammed the track switches and the controls on the train - the bombs impact was timed to occur during the heaviest period of commuter activity at the. When his helmet was removed, he stared at a young girl in pig tails."Welcome to your worst nightmare, Mr. Moonshine," she snarled as twomuscular guards each took him by an arm and lead him into a courtroom."You don't realize it, but you're mind has already been reprogrammed." What brainwashing?' Robert asked as he tried to break free of the men'sgrips. "I don't feel any different, my lovely." "Are you Robert Moonshine?" the judge asked as he was brought beforethe bench. "Y.. Yes." Robert.