Apparently, the other fellows had been given a lift and I was lucky to get back in time because my bag was still in the venue. I ran up and grabbed it...and then told my tour manager I'd make my own way back to the hotel. The problem with my lady friend was she had an address she needed to go to but her phone was going to die so I told her I'd remember it and take her home. In retrospect, if I hadn't got her home I really wonder what she would have done. So we started walking in the direction of. “You will have plenty of time. It will take 2 hours to go through the preliminary political statements and disclaimers before they start asking any real questions,” Victor replied.I started looking at the page he had identified and read all the paragraphs. The Senators were the last ones in as customary. We all had to stand until they were seated.Victor was right; it took almost two hours for the political posturing, back scratching and my dick is bigger than yours before Victor and I were. No matter what Tante Anneliese or her grandmother said, the girl knew at least a few things just from her own quiet observations. Her cousin was not really related to her and Anneliese was not really her aunt. Her grandmother was not related to her either. They’d mentioned her father to her at times, but she had a difficult time remembering him very much. Even so, she knew somehow that he wasn’t really her father. She couldn’t say just how she knew that, she just did. And from the viewpoint. “Nice, babes?…” Aimee asked pausing momentarily to catch a breath. Without answering verbally, Sasha grasped Aimee’s head in her palms, wrapping the ropes of golden hair around her trembling fingers before guiding Aimee’s mouth urgent back onto her awaiting pussy. “Don’t…you…dare stop!…” Stopping was the furthest thing from Aimee’s mind as she worked the tip of her hungry tongue over Sasha’s gaping entrance, curling it over and over before plunging it deep inside. In turn, Sasha writhed,.