They were fuckin while Royce and I were dressing" They heard steps on the stairs, and looked up to see Gail coming down. "They're takin' their time, i... looks like. They're still fuckin'." Gail reported. "He's got 'er pinned down, an' layin' the pipe to 'er. Gotta give credit where it's due. If I were a man, I'd NEVER turn down the chance ta fuck 'er. She's as sexy an' beautiful as any I've ever seen. From all I've heard, she's a hell of a good lay, too." Cathy giggled, again. "Wait'll she puts. All too soon John grunted; as he shot his seed into his wife; who by now was wailing like a banshee; as she too climaxed. Now she slumped forward her body soaking in sweat from her exertions; draping her raven shoulder length hair over the still sweating body of her husband.Moments later Gloria kissed him passionately and as she pulled back she told him to do as he promised and to suck his spunk from her still throbbing cunt; John was only too happy to do just that and as Gloria sat on his face. Now a large black triangular patch was clearly visible through the thin fabric. As I took the panty in my hand and noticed its wetness, Tulika came up to me and snatched it. She examined the crotch and turned it around. She took out a couple of pieces of curly hair, which were stuck in the fabric and blew them away in the air with a naughty smile. She deeply smelled the crotch and said, “mmmm”. She threw the panty to me and I dug my nose into the wet crotch. Wow! What an intoxicating smell it. "Just how powerful is this triad, anyway? Do they have the ability to control the American media, and have a story suppressed?" No," she replied with confidence. "Rest assured that they don't have that kind of power. There has to be some other explanation. Anyway, on another front, I did uncover something you'll find a mite interesting." What's that?" A man named Roger Benson actually exists in this part of the world, or at least existed. He is, in fact, an American from Oklahoma. He's close to.