I sat and sipped my coffee and tentatively helped myself to one of the cakes. To my great delight, they were sweet sesame honey cakes and had to be th... best I had ever tasted. When Mikey saw my obvious delight, he just smiled and bit into the one he had picked up. I expected him to start talking, but it was Quanta who started the tale that would stretch my senses and beliefs to the almost unbelievable stage."Jon, there is something I need to clear up for you before Mikey speaks. When you. There was only one way around the problem, I'd have to stick to anal sex, ignore my pussy and just take it up the arse for my jollies.I got up and went to the toilet for a pee, it really stung my fanny as the urine dribbled out over my swollen cunt lips, and I had to press very gently with the tissue to dry myself. But just sitting there, legs spread wide, with the paper pressed to my pussy made me feel as randy as hell, it was no good, I needed a fuck, and I was going to have one. I had a. "He did so without a word, stretching out with his right cheek on the pillows. I knelt on the bed to his right and told him to relax. He didn't say a word, just kept staring to his left. I glanced to see if he was staring at anything in particular and saw our reflection in a large dressing table mirror. I turned my attention away from the mirror and began working my fingers into his shoulders, neither too hard nor too soft, enough to let him know I was there without watching me in the mirror.I. . ✧ ✧ ✧Compliments of Reltney Mc ‎I heard a variation of that story (the wine-for-husband story)During Mr. Clinton’s presidency, it was reported, the President descended the stairs of Marine One, on the South Lawn of the White House, carrying two pigs. The Marine Guards, at the bottom of the stairs, saluted as Mr. Clinton reached the ground. Mr. Clinton, in an expansive mood, turned to one of the Marines, and regaled him with the tale of the pigs.“Son, these here are two of the nicest Arkansas.