She gasped again and my cock throbbed. I could feel precum leaking out of me. I stroked her ass and finally pulled her panties down which had a little...wet spot on them. I smirked and gently ran my fingers along her lips. “Fuck me baby you’re dripping!” I spun her around and kissed her fiercely. Amber pressed her body to me and I wrapped my arms around her, kneading and squeezing her ass cheeks. I pulled back, both of us breathless and lifted her up onto the side next to the sink. She leaned. She opined they were the true offspring of Sir Harold, her dear departed husband.She had been a little concerned about their appearance as she had been remiss in her adherence to limiting her bed to just her elderly spouse. The dark featured Ramses had not bedded her until after she was with child but there were various muscular workers that had sprinkled her garden with their dew.It was Donna who had that peculiar green glint to her eyes at times just like her mother. Louise was a very prim. Little did they know that Sarah has a much more interesting sleepover planned for her friends.Sarah opened the door and was immediately met by the smiling faces of her troupe of friends, Maddie, Courtney, Liz, Megan, and Ari. They had all gone through middle school and high school together and had remained best friends throughout."What up sluts?" Sarah playfully greeted her friends as they began funneling through the door.Megan was the first to return the greeting. "Not much, bitch!" she. The August ones were utter codswallop. Crikey, the one about the Irish Border even suggested that firms should ask the Irish government any questions they might have! It was almost surreal, only the sure knowledge that the lunatics had indeed taken over the asylum, so it wasn’t my mind playing up, kept me sane. Trying to make sense of the ‘guidance’ was like swimming in treacle. At least it was so consistently bad that I could be certain that I wasn’t just misunderstanding it. My colleagues.