After that I left the subject alone except when talking to my Uncle Norman, Emily's father, but from what he said, I gather he had no idea what had ca...used the break-up either."Who gives a shit what happened? I never did like the bugger," Uncle Norm said to me. "You can never trust those religious Wally's anyway. Too bloody self-righteous for their own good. My baby never did look happy when he was around. Look at her now, smiling and laughing all the time, just like when you were all kids. , yeah, eat my pussy... , fuck yeah!" Olivia was pinching and pulling on her nipples, finding out just what felt good and how much her new piercings could handle and just how much pleasure she could glean from them. Her cunt was Carl's domain and he was the master of the pleasure she was taking from his hard work. Her orgasm was going to blow her mind. His thick finger was plowing into her, working hard. It was a poor substitute for a hard cock, but it felt awesome regardless.The sound of an. Issacs produced a bottle of Crown Royal and poured some into the glass and stirred it. They both tasted it but didn’t spit this time. They seemed to really enjoy the mixture. Mrs. Issacs offered me the remaining contents of the glass asking if I would like a taste. I politely refused. Even though the concoction seemed interesting, I was not into tasting my own cum, even when mixed with Crown Royal. And I certianly didn’t want any of Yvonne’s tit milk! Between them they. . I got the 21's from Israel ... THEY had stolen them from the Egyptians.Paraglide in, fly out. Great fun. The Eastern Bloc countries were too close to NATO. I really wanted a MIG-31"Foxhound", but they had better security in Russia.I made a deal with Mother. She took them, everything except the ultralight, under her wing, so to speak. "If you ever get out of this you can have them back," and she chuckled. I could almost hear, "Fat Chance" in there.About Montana:I believe I've mentioned this.