True to her word a squirt of piss filled my mouth. It tasted sour and old as if she had been trying to hold onto it for a few hours. Yea like waitin...g for a young man to empty it for her I thought suspiciously. I turned my attention to her pubes. “Can I just bury my face into them one more time” I asked. “Of course you can”, she agreed. I buried my face into her bush and inhaled her womanliness I could feel her soft ginger pubic hair in my chin, cheek and lips. I tongued around the. Even if we went back to the night Marilyn Monroe was murdered and camped out near her house in order to film her visitors, it might be a terrible mistake to carry modern recording devices with us. Surveillance was not as easy then as it is now.”“You got that right. Besides, the Secret Service would be all over the place, anyway.”“I mean why don’t we simply go back a month or so? There must be many things that would be useful to know if someone had the foresight to record a conversation or an. . she was a tiny little thing... and she drank too much, because he did."Hope nudged Marcus arm, nodding towards Nick, and it took him a second nudge to get the hint, but he leant forward and wrapped Nick in a hug, feeling him cry on his shoulder. What the hell do I do now! He thought, staring at Ally and Shawna on the sofa, but they could only shrug at him."I still miss her, you know... it's weird. She was Steph's best friend... and Shawna's mum's." Most of the room was staring at Nick, which. "I know you will discuss your experiences here. I expect it. However, I still discourage it. Snake Alley must retain some of its characteristic mystique. Wouldn't you agree, Doug?" He looked directly at the other American in the group, the one who stood at ease along with Yoshi.Doug Ramsay was a stocky kid from East Texas, six feet tall with blue eyes and thick dark blond hair. He wore a polo shirt and jeans, same as everyone else in the group, but he stood out from them. There were several.