But he didn’t. “Take off my panties, Arif.” She whispered. She didn’t have to ask twice. He was on his knees pulling the silken sheath from he... hairy treasure in an instant. Anjali even lifted her hips off the couch to help him.The lips of her wet pussy peeked out from her bush. They wanted to be kissed. I wanted to kiss them. Even if it was nasty. She pulled Arif’s head toward her mauling snatch. He didn’t resist. This was new. I’d never seen Anjali let a boy lick her pussy. Arif went to work. “Our pleasure for sure, ma’am,” I said.“So what did you do to have so many friends attend your birthday party?” she said.“Nothing much, really, I won the bet is all, oh, and I got a little older,” I said.“A bet?” she said.“Yes, I bet these guys that they had to come to my 38th birthday party if I could eat a hand grenade and survive. I won the bet like I said.” I said. She gave me a look the major component of which was disbelief.“He’s not kidding, Velma. That is exactly what he did. None of us. " He pointed at me. "The rest of you men can decide what to do with the blonde." "Wait! I'm Lieutenant Tanat and this is Lieutenant Shevet. Through some foul witchery the warrior women have changed the shape of our bodies." He laughed. "Why should I believe such a preposterous story?" "Look at us. Don't we look like Tanat and Shevet would have looked like, had we been women?" "So they've changed you into women, have they?" "No, we're still men. Our bodies are just shaped like. She was also depressed because she knew there was at least two more hours of work to do on the contract draft she was assigned before her boss would be mollified enough to not hold it against her that she was taking tomorrow off. That meant she would be in bed by midnight at the earliest and would have to get up at 5:30 in order to make her 7:20 flight to Los Angeles where she would represent her brother and his band before Judge Cranford at one o'clock.And more than likely lose, a part of her.