” Barry could think of nothing nicer than having his head buried between this woman’s moist thighs.“May I be permitted to suggest the final cour...e – the dessert, so to speak?”“Suggest away.”“Well… when I’ve given you a lovely slow tonguing, you’ll be nice and wet for me to slip inside your quim. Jennifer’s bound to ask me tomorrow if I fucked you.”“Excellent suggestion, if I may say so.” She reached across to pour them the final dregs of the champagne and stood up to slip out of her dress. Then. She got up and pulled my belt and unbuttons my jeans and again lay down. I pulled my jeans and started to kiss her milky, buttery thighs. She was wet between her legs. After some time I got up and pulled her panty and my undy down and laid on top of her. She hugged me tight and we kissed each other passionately. My tool playing around her triangle, belly and thighs. After a passionate kissing session I went bit down and held my tool in my hand pointing towards her entrance. She held her lower. We were a marginal seat, held by the Conservatives but with a small majority over the Liberal Democrats and with Labour a long way off in third place. 'Good afternoon, sir,' said a Gentleman in about his thirties as my Dad opened the door. 'I'm calling on behalf of the League for Male Supremacy. We're putting up a candidate here and I was wondering if I could count on your support at the forthcoming General Election.''Well, I don't know,' said Dad. 'What kind of policies do you stand. The headdress what gorgeous and tantalizing to her eyes as she glanced at it adoringly; the jewel embellished midriff captivated her, its colors adding a splash of flair. It spoke volumes to her style and she knew that she would feel alluring, sultry and sexy in it. Those same descriptions applied to the costume’s namesake. Cleopatra, the oft portrayed classic beauty, was an ideal choice. Somehow, Kenya felt a stirring of kinship with the Greek come Egyptian queen. Cleopatra’s beauty and sexual.