One day I had two of my college friends over in the house. Kruti as usual was working in the house & would bend down giving me & them a nearly clear v...ew of her tasty little cunt & arse. She loved showing off her ripe figure & knew guys would get erections seeing her round ass & firm tits.Quite often I would see the watchmen & milkman stare at her small titties & firm thighs in her skirt or shorts lusciously. Though it would annoy me at the same time I would also get turned on by fantazing. I was surprised at thisunexpected action but welcomed it as a beautiful woman did it. Carolynthen took my hand and led me into the formal dining room. She pulled outa chair for me next to Mrs. Alexander at the large table and then pushedme in.The table seemed almost too empty, but then I remembered that Mrs.Alexander had been recently widowed, and Mrs. Alexander had explainedthat her daughter Susan had decided to stay on the East Coast withfriends for the holiday.Everything about the mansion. They were heavily into genetic modification, so they may no longer look human. They were also into patriarchy. Their emigration was to distance themselves from ‘the disease of feminism’. Prior to their departure, they were believed to be involved in several terrorist incidents targeting female-led organisations, attempting to disrupt all forms of female authority or equality.”Laurel stared at him in fear.“There were around six thousand of them when they left the Standard Colonies,” continued. Sylvia had changed, now she strode from the floor holding my hand. She continued to grip my hand when we sat. One hand was holding my own, the other traced over mine with her fingers. She was watching her caress with a smile on her face.She released her grip but not before placing my hand on her thigh, then she reached for our glasses and passed one to me. She raised her glass to me and I followed suit. As we drank I squeezed her leg, she smiled and her free hand reached for the hanging.