I love you, but I know we're both rather horny right now. I don't want to push us too far, too fast, but this is an appealing light though, isn't it?"...Yes, I feel your soft hand on my slit lips, rubbing them around slowly and making me think I should give pussy a try. I still want to suck the life out of Joe's cock, but maybe I'll have to pay London's twat equal attention too." Don't forget the bundles of joy hanging off her chest. Damn, both of them have got to be in their forties by now, but. He was staringat my boobs. He took it in hismouth and started to suck it,while he was squeezing theother. I was moaning. I loweredmy hands and ran my hand overhis cock. I wanted to see it. Iremoved his underwear and hiselegent cock sprang out. He hadshaved it before, and short hairwas growing. I observed it withmy hands.Now it was Sanju's turn. Heremoved my panty to exposemy pussy. I had not shaved it. Sothere was hair on it. He startedto lick my cunt. Ohhhhhh it feltgreat. I started to moan.. The clash of cultures had prompted even greater radicalism among the followers of Jarjan. Not only did they demand that the followers of Jarjan live by his laws, but so should everyone else. Intolerance was becoming a fact of life. It seemed to him that peaceful coexistence seemed to be a fantasy of the past.Maybe he was becoming an old man. Old men were too tired to fight. They accepted the dark looks from locals without complaint and listened to the young radicals without comment. It was just. There were many more people from villages across the known world than Heather believed could ever exist. Amongst the blazing fires and the attendant pilgrims was more shelter than could be found in any village. And this was in the form of countless scattered wooden, stone and earthen huts scattered about the plain and roughly the same number of paces apart. These had been constructed over many generations by the multitude of pilgrims who'd assembled, foreswearing conflict and war, caring not.