She instinctively went for her bag and then scrabbled around frantically to find it. She had left it at Phil's. "Er, sorry driver, but could you go ...back to where I just came from. I've left my bag."The driver sighed, started the meter again and turned the car around to head back to Phil's."I'll just be a minute" Sarah told the driver before heading to the door. She knocked without reply and then repeated the sequence with the same result. She tried the door which opened so walked in and on. “Mother of God, I love that cock in me.”“You should try it on my end!” I gasped, my pussy clenching. “Oh, yes, yes, Pita!”“Fuck my daughter's asshole!” Mrs. Asis purred. “She looks so happy. You're giving her so much pleasure.”“Yeah, she is!” Pita groaned, clenching her asshole around my cock. “It's amazing, Mamá. I love her cock being in my asshole.”“Mmm, it's great,” purred Allie. “Ooh, more cum!”“¡Si!” gasped the MILF. “Just suck that jizz out of me, plátano pequeña!”“Yes, yes, clean her. Then, suddenly there was a floor above her with a hole in it, where the stairway went through. She climbed through that hole into a world colored red and orange and yellow and green ... all the colors of the rainbow as the sun shone through panes of stained glass all around her. In the center of the room was a big contraption that had a bank of lights on it, like the kind they had at the football field at school. It was on a pedestal that made it possible to turn the bank of lights all the way. ”I remembered that he was the Secretary of War before the start of the Civil War, but it was news to me that he was so prominent in the developing of the Northernmost part of the country before he was called down to manage the rebellion against the Union. Poor Kit was lost when I tried to explain to her the significance of the long-range planning by a man castigated as an enemy of the Union. His contributions to the Manifest Destiny of America were overlooked by history and he was remembered.