In his own private bedroom, with Camilla, the Duchess of Cornwall, egging him on, cheering us, telling him to, and I quote her verbatim here, ‘make ... little Yank with that sweet little blonde Hollywood tart for Gladys, Georgie!’“So, yeah ... others might villify him or whatever, but I actually like the old codger and hope that he does become King. I could then honestly say that I’m the President’s sex slave and the King’s baby mama both at once. I don’t know if Camilla was a cuckquean before,. She did the same. When retuning in the auto I asked for a kiss. She was hesitating but ultimately she agreed and kissed on my lips. As it was a small kiss it ignited the desire for more. Bur in auto it was not possible. Next day we left the class at 5.30 and again went to marina. We were sitting in the sand near sea shore. After some time it was dark. I pulled her towards me and kissed her. She was protesting that some one may notice. Then I pulled my hand in her sari up to her cunt. It was. Even while her lips were in my mouth, I let fingers sneak in to separate them even more."Oh, yes, Angela!" she cried, vibrating nonstop. "This is why I love you! You got my labia good, you wonderful skank!"From one second to next, her twat suddenly transformed into a cum hydrant, so to speak. She turned it onto full blast with my face as the target. She fully refreshed my face, even though it was already wet.She went on for roughly fifteen seconds or so, but it sure felt longer than that. It. That she had been Leonard Berensen’s confidante and off-and-on lover for twenty years had only served to confuse her more. Who was this woman? What did she want? More importantly, just what the hell was she? What had happened to her? Nothing made sense, least of all Leonard’s role in all this. She looked at Misha doing his best to play the role of the sleek European industrialist and stifled another laugh, he succeeded at little more than looking a minor pretender –which, she had garnered from.