)Barbara had 5 wonderful children, the oldest, was more special than theothers, Jacquelyn Catherine Zaistein, since she was both her oldestdaughter AN... her husband. She never got married other than Peter. Lotsof men asked, but no cigars.When she was 55 years old, the President asked for the nomination of herto be the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court (the President was thefirst Libertarian Party and the first Tea Partier too). The Senate pastthe committee, 15 - 0 and then, the whole senate. The voice hailing her was a man’s voice. Looking around curiously, she spotted her ex-husband Jerry sitting at the bar, looking in her direction curiously and waving in a half-hearted fashion.Barbara moved closer towards the bar. “Jerry?” He looked different somehow, thinner. She hadn’t seen him since before the spa, though they talked on the phone every few days, about visitation and the kids’ school functions. She had to admit that Jerry was certainly trying to be a good father, no matter. “Cum with me baby,” she screams and I do in unison with her as I grasp her glorious arse.“If you are not in a hurry we can have a bath together, Jacqui smiles in the afterglow. “Then I can order dinner from room service in my suite. And after that we can fuck some more. Would you like that? I would.”In the bath she tells me about her life in London and the three husbands she has had.“I love to tease men and women and the reaction I get.”“You told me you have had your arse photographed many. He teased it with his index finger. The small hairs fringing it, wet with his saliva and her choot ki pani (cunt juice)As his finger tip push against the muscle of her back hole, she gasped. Squeezing her ass shut harder as her brother’s finger pressed and poked at it, finally sinking into it, his finger easing in and out an inch or so. This gaand (ass) had never had a Lund in it… He was sure. He sucked again at her cunt hole, his tongue fucking in and out of it as Simran moaned and scratched.