Her hand glide down her body and over her mound rubbing the heel of her palm rubbing lightly over clit, he could see this in the mirror the more she r...bbed the more she flowered, he could see her nectar gathering at her opening, her fingers now pulling back the hood, slowly stroking her clit teasing it out like a snake charmer, her breath shallow as her fingers moved over that tightening little nub, he could see her sticky fingers from where he stood, fully erect now, his hand squeezing his. .. but the Mayhem cinched the election for her. That and the incompetence of the previous President and government, you know. Remember the Yellow Vests? Enough said. Maybe he should have spent less time instituting the Swedish Model regarding sex work and cracking down on wolf whistles, more time improving the everyday conditions of regular French folks.“That’s just this man’s opinion, but this man happens to be Deputy Commissar of the Law Courts, so, well, it means something, doesn’t it?”. It was more because the two women treasured their separate space. They'd both lived alone for so many years and neither of them was in the first bloom of youth. Perhaps, it was a step too far that they should share more than a bed on a permanent basis."Should we get married?" Doris once asked Diane."Although the Church of England is comparatively liberal on gay relationships and believes in the sanctity of marriage," the vicar answered, "I'm not sure that even this far into the twenty-first. She was right on the verge of making herself cum right now and this was the time!Holding his heavily burgeoning cock more tightly in one hand he opened the door with the other and stood, smiling wickedly, right in the center of the doorway."Hi. baby," he grinned broadly and looked down at the passion- stricken young beauty finger-fucking herself on the toilet.It took Ann a moment to adjust her lust-dimmed eyes to the figure of the man standing right in front of her and when she did, there was.