I couldn’t help staring at her, and only stopped when I heard Clara say “like what you see?”. I looked up to see her smiling at me “I didn’t...think you’d get this turned on by watching me change. I bet you’ve got a hard-on and I haven’t even taken my jeans off!” ”Give me some credit” I said leaning back and trying to play it cool, “It takes more than a nice bra to give me wood.” ”Oh yeah? How much more?” Clara said with a naughty smile on her face. She hooked her fingers into her jeans and. I got beside her and told her how amazingly hot, sexy and wonderful it was seeing have watched her fucking, stroking and sucking his big dick. Then I came up behind her and started rubbing the head of my dick all over her cunt lips before shoving it inside her. To this day it amazes me how her cunt could still feel so tight after riding his dick. I fucked her for nearly 45 minuets and I think she must have sucked at least 2 loads of cum out of him before she turned toward me and told me she. I’ve never been with a more excited group of women. The knowledge that they were about to witness something few women would ever see, had them so aroused they were like fleas on a griddle. Chattering like horney chipmunks, they filed past the bowl to draw their numbers, that were on silver tags, which they wore around their necks. Right on schedule, Katherine had every one check their numbers. As she called off a number, that woman would step up to the bowl and wait as her partner was. On the bed lay a woman of great beauty, cloaked in the still coldness of death. Her hair, the color of ripening wheat, framed her pale features like the setting of the sun. Beside the bed, sat a man that Faramir recognized as Eomer. Eomer turned and looked up. He rose slowly and advanced to Faramir and Gandalf. The intensity in Eomer's eyes was breath-taking to behold. The eyes soften as Eomer spoke of his sister, of her honor, her duty, her bravery and of his deep love for her. A brief silence.