“I just wanted to make sure it worked completely is all,” replies the leader. “it should be interesting to see how horny he, oops, I mean she wi...l be with all of those estrogen parasites. Two gallons of those aught to have quite the appetite.” “You’re so cruel, I love you.” “I love you too, I love all of you.” And they all huddle together and start kissing. Tom groans loudly, and sits up. The women gasp. “She’s beautiful! What happened. I always imagined that the only orgasms Margaret Thatcher ever had were derived from them. I worked, in my early days, for a now retired woman MP who actually told me she’d soaked her knickers during one spectacular moment in her career. I don’t care if it makes me orgasm or not but I do want that excitement, that access to powerful, historic moments. Henry Wayne could get lost now. I was on the lookout for the next one up the ladder and, happily, had found it. Right, rant over. There I was. Greg and I, we are a loving couple. I do not let my love for Greg take away from my love for Dan. I have grown up in that respect. Dan loves you as much as you love Dan. His love for you is still hidden away as mine was, as yours has been.” Again Laura covered Artsy’s face with light feathery kisses. She framed the woman’s face with open hands and spread fingers. Kisses moved lower to Artsy’s throat and then her breasts. Laura paused and reached for one of the phallus candle holders. “Neither. So about this beautiful lady. Her name was Apsara (name changed). She would have been around 37-40 years when I first saw her. Slim female with nice curves and small boobs and a nice ass. She would always be in a saree with a bag in her hand and that saree would show her figure perfectly. She was a sight to behold. Now to the story. So I would just see her and probably go with her in the lift at times. She would just smile and I was unable to start a conversation. As it was a 16-floor tower,.