"Sure," her mother giggled. them take turns fucking us."A few minutes later, Babs and Doreen knocked on the door and it was opened by a handsome man."...ome in, Doreen," he smiled at the beautiful brunette."Hi," beamed Doreen when they entered the room."Hello, Doreen," said Andy."Guys," the woman smiled. "This is my daughter, Babs." Goddamn, you're a cute little kid," gasped Paul as he and Andy stared excitedly at the darling naked youngster."Thank you," Babs shyly grinned.With the introductions. I need more of you and reach up to your waistline and feel for the top of your stockings and roughly drag them down, managing to pull them down over your hips, your waist, the tops of your thighs, until they are scrunched around your knees. Your pussy is now exposed and I lick my fingers and as you are sucking me, reach over and gently slide my fingers over your pussy lips from top to bottom. They unfold to reveal a glistening, hot, moist, fragrant pussy. I am crazily horny now but slowly trace. ”“If you send any UN peace keeping troops to Iran, make no mistake - I will send them home in body bags - all of them, no matter where they come from,” I said.“I cannot make it any clearer than that.”“It amazes me to think you do this without the blessing of the Security Council. Ambassador Mason will veto that proposal and any like it and I know I can count on several more council members to vote the same way,” I added.“You must end this conflict. Think of the humanitarian crisis it is. Its sentience was somehow its choosing in antiquity. So long ago that it does not remember its own beginning. It only knows that it thinks and it makes decisions.Now it must decide what this little one needs. If it is to attempt the healing or not. And how it must be done. The judgment must be made if the one without hope is to now regain peace at least once more and become what she might be. Morus must determine what is best for itself. For its own narrative and history. The magpie cries out.