"Is the pope a catholic?"Shannon pulled her skirt on and ran next door. "I'll only be a minute."She was less than that actually and had a D.V.D. in he... hand."How broad minded are you Sarah?" Oh I'm not," mum said seriously. "I wear clothes down to my ankles, big bloomer style knickers and a steel corset."We laughed but Shannon said. "Well this is me at work and I warn you the second part gets a little bit kinky."Mum took her arm and suggested that if it was going to be kinky, they should. It was funny how each woman applied her own personal masturbatory technique to the other. Karen gently spread Denise’s labia with two fingers as she rubbed her clitoris with her middle one. Denise, of course, was feverishly rubbing Karen’s pussy with the flat of her hand, and only occasionally would run a finger or three down, along Karen’s labia and clitoris, directly. I think because neither was used to the other’s technique, the fingering session was taking much longer than I had. Supporting her weight with my hands, I leaned forward and pressed my face and lips tight against her mound. This unexpected action brought a yelp of surprise from her, as I nuzzled her sweet smelling pussy lips, my chin pressing hard against her little manhood that lay hidden just inside. Her whole body tensed for a moment, and her thighs immediately gripped my face, holding me prisoner, not that I ever wanted to get away. After that first shock of making contact with her most sensitive area,. And they aren't very good at geography, either. Dramatic and epic poets come nearer to the truth. Aeschylus said we came from Scythia. That was close, but on the wrong side of the Black Sea. Homer, The Poet, wrote that I was born in Thrace. That was too far west. I was born near to where Trabzon was to be founded.I killed my sister Hippolyta with a spear when we were hunting oryx (Pausanias says "deer" as does Quintus of Smyrna, which shows what idiots they were. We would not hunt those who.