Everything was in its place, no extra protrusions, just pouty and swollen pussy lips. She was so wet it wasn't long before she came on my tongue.I fin...ered her slowly at first, then finger fucked her faster and faster into another orgasm until she pulled me on the bed giving my cock and balls the attention they demanded. She was an expert cock sucker.Angie rolled me on my back and mounted me seconds later. Her breathing was rapid as she pumped my cock like an oil rig. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she. .. we have measured it."Her friend nodded. "And the OTHER kind of truth would be SUBjective,I take it?"The Lez Witch nodded. "Very good," she said."And what is a subjective truth?" 'The Bible is the Word of God.'" I know, but what has that to do with it?" That is a subjective truth," the Lez Witch responded."Oh?" Certainly. For those who BELIEVE it is a truth... for those who donot, it isn't. And it cannot be demonstrated scientifically. Yet it isjust this category of Truth that has caused most. We carried on chatting and agreed we were just about ready to get home. Sarah, who was going to be driving the last bit home asked me to give the passenger wing mirror a bit of a clean and lowered the window while i fished out a wet wipe. As i was cleaning the window I heard the lorry door open and shut but dine see anyone immediately but a minute later I saw a guy, who i presumed to be the driver walking up passenger side of his lorry. When he was level with his door he stood there looking. All eleven of themremaining after Bob was killed."Good afternoon Doctor," Marcus Wethington said as he led the way intoher house. She grabbed the kitchen table chairs to add to the others inthe living room."Can I get you all anything?" No thank you Doctor, we're not planning on taking up too much of yourtime," an older woman she remembered was Sylvia Pinkerton, one of thewealthiest women in town."Well... umm... what can I do for you?" Well... it's more what we want to do for you," Sylvia.