It was Becky. She sounded hysterical."Bobby! Bobby! I'm at the hospital. Oh, god, Bobby. Horse has had a heart attack!"I broke the news to Mr. William...s, my boss, and Horse's son. He rushed to the hospital as did I. Becky was in the CCU waiting room. Becky looked terrible and forlorn. Her makeup, always put on thickly since she was a slut, was running down her face. Her hair was a fright.She had been wearing a bra since Colt was born, a nursing bra, since she had been constantly nursing one. My house is a typical mid terrace with a fence along both sides to separate me from the neighbours. Pretty secluded really. And it always catches the sun in the summer and I know the perfect place to setup the lounger for the longest sun exposure.Chin-chin!The gin has gone down a treat and I’ve been here for a couple of hours. It’s pretty quiet for a Sunday with only bird song and the smell of BBQ’s to disturb the tranquillity. I’m laid on my front and I’ve been drifting in and out of sleep for. Fifty years before we could finally put that conspiracy to rest, and even though there wasn't a single shred of evidence to support such a conspiracy some people still insist on clinging to such an outrageous accusation. And if that's not enough, there are those who claim that the holocaust of World War 2 never happened. Those people call themselves the Revisionists.Haven't you heard about them? They (mostly Arabs) claim that the whole idea of the holocaust was invented to gather sympathy for. “I'm going to cum!” He announced. Her ability to form a sentence was gone.She had him trapped in her legs and was now thrusting against him involuntarily, her body desperate for the upcoming explosion of pleasure. She was trying to say something, but Matthew could only catch a few words.She gasped... then grunted... “pull... out...” she struggled to form the words. “I can't. You'll have to loosen your legs.” Matthew was beginning to panic. “Quick, I'm cumming.” “Don't...” She gasped. “I can't.