She licked and sucked the right while her hand continued its rough assault on the left. Soon the sucking became nibbling, and the nibbling became bitt...ng as Jane’s dark side inflicted some pain on her candidate. Jane could not tell what was going on in Fran’s mind but knew that the girl was reacting positively to her actions. This especially pleased her and encouraged her to test Fran’s limits as her actions became rougher. Now she was alternately grinding Fran’s nipples between her teeth. "Have you ever heard of a group called SRFH?" Can't say I have, government thing?" Not even remotely. When we started we called ourselves the 'Serial Rapists For Hire', the name change was for something less menacing."You nearly spit up the old coffee you had taken to drinking when you sat at your desk. They're called what?"That's a very. . .odd name." My group is not as menacing as it sounds. Married women come to us when they want children, but for some reason the biological fathers can not. Priya welcomed the new feel, the feel of her sons tongue in her arse tunnel. Her pussy eluded wetness, her clitoris became sensitive, her vagina began to tremor in expectation. Dev would have continued with his eating but he was tired of sucking, his oral muscles became weary. Releasing, himself from her ass, he removed his underwear..his furious member saluted in full glory, the crown, enlarged and purple.“Are you done with the dish, beta!”“Oh yes maa..how can i reward you?”Priya lifted her. We wandered closer. I drew Julie’s attention to the port of registration. ‘He’s a long way from home.’ ‘Auckland, New Zealand. Wow. He is a long way from home.’ ‘It could explain the junk rig. Someone told me it’s popular with single-handers as it’s easy to handle.’ Julie grinned at me. ‘It needs to be, if he’s come this far alone.’ We couldn’t see any sign of life, and we didn’t want to disturb the yachtsman if he was sleeping, so we moved on. Stereotyping, I suppose, as we both assumed it was.