I knew from my couple of hours with them two nights ago that the Irishmen were a lot of fun to be with, constantly cracking jokes and telling funny st...ries; and I was pretty sure that they had a red eye flight to somewhere east in the morning. Their laughing and talking and drinking went on for another forty-five minutes until the three of them got up and walked past me on their way out. One of them, Tom or Tim, who could tell, gave me this sly grin as they walked by, arm in arm in arm, with. The offer of wine was refused so they began kissing, easy, no hurry, as if time was standing still for them. After a while their tongues touched so she dug a hand into his shirt, indicating he was free to roam, which he did. ‘God, what a great rack.’ Desiree groaned and pushed her chest hard against his hand, spouting her nipples into something he could get his teeth around when ready. Soon they were uncovered and he was licking. Her hand wandered and lightly brushed an under-the-trousers. He built a large compound in which he lived with his women and children. Two of the women with whom he had slept on his first visit moved in and were commonly considered his wives. The compound was the village's safe haven where widows and women fleeing abusive relationships came. He took in orphans, runaways and unwanted children, plus many who were considered to be his or Morgan's. He wound up being the city's family court, child welfare office and daycare center. All the children of the city. I just really didn't know what to actually expect. But when I saw her stroking his cock right there in front of me, it seemed like the hottest thing I’d ever seen. I was instantly and undeniably aroused."As Anne was recounting this, Anne slipped her fingers onto Mark's thigh and traced her fingernails upward until they brushed Mark's balls. Anne glanced down as she did so, watching her own hand, naturally drawing Steph's eyes there as well. As she continued talking, Anne slipped her fingers.