“Captain Kozlov, Yelena, we are going to have breakfast with President John Taylor of the New United States. You are welcome to go with us, but I wo...ld suggest for all three of you, blue jeans, flannel shirts, and a nice coat. I think their weather is like Moscow. You’re going as part of my family. John Taylor and I want to get together from time to time over a meal.” President Pusin shared, “We want to end war!”Yelena translated.“Yes, sir.” Mika Kozlov agreed.“Thank you, Mr. President,” Tony. "Yes," is all I could say. My brain was overloading on all the pleasure my pussy was getting. "Is straight girl Kelly going to cum rubbing her nasty cunt against a pussy and smelling girl cum all over her face?" she asked. I knew I had to answer her."Yes," I screamed, grinding my pussy against hers as hard as I could."Cum, bitch, let that nasty dyke whore cunt of yours cum all over my pussy," she said as she twisted and pulled my nipples so hard I thought they were going to come off."Cum for. "He and Uncle Don had to go pick up a couple of things," she said, "They will be back soon."Marge said, "Are you two ready to try on your new school clothes?"Kim answered, "I guess so."The four women got up and went to Kim's room. Marge and Anne carried the new outfits, still covered by the plastic garment bags the tailor had provided. They hung the clothes on one of the long poles that ran the length of Kim's large walk in closet. As the two moms unzipped the dark garment bags, Marge said,. Well, this is as far as I got.”“It feels… wonderful.” Her body becomes more decisive and distinct as my hand more fully explores her flesh. The nipple is hard and protruding, and as I run across it the sensitivity of it is obvious: her body presses into mine with determination. “Can you…can you pinch it a little?” she exhales. As my fingers tweak the nub she tightens again, and I place my mouth on her neck to increase the contact between us. The heat and the quivers echo through my lips.My.