I decided that if I was really going to try on bikini bottoms I should probably go to the bathroom and remove the balls so that I didn't make a mess o... every one. I wasn't in a rush to get to the restroom at this point, so I decided to browse through a jewelry shop. The crazy started when I bent over to get a better look at a necklace in the bottom of a display case. I bent over and suddenly felt a huge bubble of air rush down to where the balls were, about to forcefully push them out. I. Then he’d roll over and go to sleep.“I guess you’re right, Betty, but what can you do.” Wilma shrugged. “I mean it’s not like we’re going to run out and get boyfriends.”“Wouldn’t want a boyfriend,” Betty said, her speech showing a little of the wines effects. “Why put up with the whole bull when you only want one part - the best part.”“I don’t know what you mean?”“Wait, I’ll show you...” Betty whispered.With that she got up and disappeared into the bedroom. Wilma could hear her rummaging. " Lucy giggled. "And then the two guys took turns dipping their fingers into her ass hole." She turned to Lucy, "I don't know how you managed to get that wide from that fucking hairbrush!" Lucy shrugged. "When they all went to the rocking chair my view was blocked so I had to come out again, there's strips of wood that run horizontally across the support posts, so I used them like a ladder and climbed up. I had to keep bobbing my head up and down every time I thought pussy guy was going to turn. I’m not saying Britain is perfect. Like all western countries, it has its bouts of radical feminism every now and then. However, it’s still very much a man’s country. North America is the reverse. Women seem to control everything from the courts to the schools and the businesses and it’s the downtrodden male who has to fight for his rights these days. Men’s rights activists are popping up all over the place. I guess American men are finally starting to realize that having women in charge of.