There are no known passes across the Burran Mountains, or if they’re known they’re well kept secrets of the family or clan or tribe. Rumours of hi...den passes have been around for over a thousand years, but none have been found by the authorities or reported to them.The capital city, Berana, is sited on the southern side of the Berant River and is virtually the centre of the original old kingdom that consisted of the Sharten and Amiri plains. The Kotar Plains became part of Berant a thousand. Her level of prestige also demanded a higher standard of professionalism. While her team scoured the remote desert near the Persian Gulf in shorts and tank tops, she reserved herself to a white polo and khaki pants. This was not due to a lack of body confidence. Dr. Anderson had a tall limber frame fron years of long hikes to archeological dig sites, and her b-cup breasts and ass were the better for it, but that was for herself and the occasional boyfriend she managed to avoid pushing away for. Feeling her soft ass instantly got me going. I wish we were alone, but I knew my wife was coming back any second. I removed my hand from her ass and went back to my paper still standing right next to her. I then heard my wife walk right by the kitchen, down the hallway into the rear bathroom, which I knew gave me another minute or so to discretely do whatever I could. I placed my hand on the lower back of my sister-in-law and she didn't do anything but keep pretending to read the paper. She. I gasped and stripped, slowly dropping her plaid skirt to the floor. She stood before me in just her virginal socks and black leather shoes. “Let’s move over here so Michelle can see what she’s missing,” I said, maneuvering Cassie in front of the desk. “Turn over on your back, slut, and watch what good girls get.” Michelle moaned and rolled over onto her back, hanging her head over the desk and watching as I knelt in front of Cassie. “You may touch yourself, slut…but don’t you dare cum.”.