My tongue explores rapidly around his cockhead at the end of each out-stroke. The same familiar wet slickness begins to coat my tongue and I moan agai.... My middle finger slides out of my wetness. Joining my index finger, they trap my swollen clit between them. My fingers begin massaging my trapped clit as they move in a firm tight rhythmic circle. A ripple of pleasure radiates. For a moment, I remember there are two others in the room. Are they still here? What are they doing? My mind briefly. In fact, I had a hard time seeing what all the fuss was about; and so, apparently, did more than a few of the commentators, who pointed out that yes, Sen. Golden did indeed seem to have strayed from the reservation, but he was young (relatively; he was somewhere in his late 40s), he was unmarried, and all things considered so what?And I was still a long way from understanding Susan's panic about the whole thing."Let me get this straight," I said at last. "Uh, Susan, you're still here, right?". It was adjacent to Nairobi National Park, and the Lodge guests were able to get up close and personal with the wild life – lions, rhinos, and all that stuff – which was part of the experience in staying at the Lodge. Personally, if I want to see life in the wild and live dangerously I'll go to a Hammer's away game at Millwall, but I knew that it would be churlish of me to refuse.It's only a few miles from the centre of Nairobi to the Government Lodge, where Harry and I were booked in to very. "I pulled over to the side. Two cops approached the car from either side with guns in their hands and shouted:"Show your hands now!"He and me both raised our hands, I put mine high on the steering wheel and Ali bhai put his on the dash. I thought:"What the fuck!"Then two more officers approached. The one on my side spoke:"I am Officer Dave and that is Officer Tom. You have been stopped under the anti-terrorism laws. We will be asking a few questions and conducting searches. For your own safety,.