While he cradles my head in the crook of his left arm his hand gently strokes the slope of my breast, stopping at the crest to tease the nipple, tweak...it, pinch it gently, and then continue to stroke the firm, taut mound. He is an expert his other hand slides down over my ribcage, slowly across my tummy, lingers at my navel, teasing it softly and then continues down, down, down to the apex of my legs. I have no control over my legs as they part, knowing that soon he will explore the soft, wet. It wasn’t long before my cock started to twitch from the smooth tight warm stroking, so to try to settle my urge to blow my load deep into her womb, I slid my cock out , and quickly replaced my cock with my fingers into her pussy. I rubbed gently at first and then a little faster as I slowly slid my cock back into her warm folds. Feeling her pussy getting wetter and her body responding to my thrusting and rubbing was getting me back to the brink again, her back was starting to arch, and her. ’ Sally glanced across at Thomas. It wasn’t just the words. The strain on the black politician’s face was plain enough. She had no idea how he’d react to Thomas’s suggestion. She wasn’t even sure how she felt about it. ‘Doesn’t anyone ever tidy this place?’ Alistair grumpily asked, pulling a chair out and wearily plonking himself down. There were papers spread across the glass table—faxes, newspapers, campaign literature, even some spoiled fruit, half eaten food and empty cans. ‘Look, I don’t. Susan's brow was knitted in thought, and Bob's mouth hung open as she continued. "We'll take turns. We get a minute per turn, and the first to make him cum wins." Jenny reached over to the desk, grabbing a small minute timer. Bob used it with students during conflict resolution; it ensured each student got their time to talk, and no one dominated the time. Now, it was being used for something very different."Um, I'm not so sure if that's the best idea, maybe—" Bob tried to speak again, but this.