‘You want me to move a barrel of beer to your flat? How big?’ I told you I was bright. ‘Living room, one bedroom, kitchen and bathroom,’ she s...id with an impish grin. She was growing on me. ‘The beer,’ I said doggedly, though I allowed a grin to cross my lips in acknowledgement of her pedantry. ‘A Firkin,’ she said, her grin continuing and if anything, widening. Was she expecting a firkin risqué response? She didn’t get one. ‘Seventy Two Pints?’ I said knowledgeably, drawing on past experience. She felt his hand go under her hips, and being lifted. He was now between her legs, and lifting them, until she was high enough for his purpose. He was holding both of her ankles, and she felt his hair on her butt, and the air hitting her from his nostrils.Suddenly she flt his tongue encircling her anus, and licking around it, then, WHAM!!! His tongue dipped inside and it felt like he was all the way inside of her. It tickled her, and excited her, even MORE! She cried out from the way he was. . Mera land uski choot me abhi pura bhi nahi ghusa tha ki woh boli.. Jaanu dheere dard hota hai.. Phir maine dhire dhire uski choot me apna pura lund daal diya aur uski choot me jhatke maarne laga.. Woh apni neck ko idhar udhar ghumane lagi aur mooh se aaaahhhh jaise madhosh nikalne lagi.. Apni tongue ko apne lips pe pherne lagi.. Aur achanak boli bas aub aur nahi aur uth kar bathroom me chali gai.. Lakin mai abhi thanda nahi hua tha.. Woh aai aur apni penty bra pehen kar petikot pehen ne lagi. But it was his positioning that hit the spot. It was sublime, making him appear to have the same presence, wisdom and charisma of an early-elected Tony Blair, or dare one say a Barrack Obama. They’d pulled out all the stops! ‘Perfect. Almost.’ He gave another one of those smiles, his white teeth gleaming. ‘I’ve marked a couple of changes, otherwise let’s get going with them. Every second counts.’ That was it, decision made. Guus Kessen had donated a million. It would be a shame to let it go to.