Please keep an open mind," said Weed. "OK" said Jacob. "First thing is I am not Raymond Jones I'm John Weed" Weed said in a desperate voice. "I... ate lunch with you at Buds you had the pizza steak I had a cheese steak with mushrooms and onions" Weed blurted. "Gee, what did you do shave your mustache," Jacob remarked. Seeing that his friend required more convincing Weed continued. "Wait just a second, you not only think I am not me but you still probably think its my fault that Pam. He lay there between my spread thighs exhausted. Then standing up, he spread my cunt lips wide so Roger and Robert could see his cum trickling out of my well used pussy.“Fucking lovely” I heard roger say. Looking at the screen I could see Belinda’s head bobbing up and down over my husband’s cock as he held the back of her head, with her other hand she worked on Robert her curled fingers working frantically on his erection.“Fuck” Roger screamed “oh fuck yeah, I wish I was fucking that bitch, god. On the outside that is. But it makes you appreciate what you have. I got dealt a plate full of serious. I don't fuck with life the way I used to. She's everything to me. I'm more in love with her than ever. And love does heal things, over time. I can tell you that's true. We had a conversation, lounging in bed one day, about spontaneous orgasms. Is it possible? That is, cumming with just the power of your mind? A true mind fuck. It was funny that we'd both tried when younger, before we knew. Before we do that, I need to—”“You aren’t leading anything,” said Trevor. “You’re not the boss of us, just the babysitter for the baron’s son.”Noah took a deep breath and rubbed his temples. “Ugh, one of you people. This is the last thing I need. Listen, here’s what’s supposed to happen: you and I spend the next week playing the game where I act as the stern yet understanding authority figure, and you keep throwing temper tantrums due to some unspoken deep-seated issue. By the time we arrive at.