There was Henry the Eighth, King John, Ivan the Terrible and King Leopold. That system lasted for a significant chunk of our history, however.”“Yo... like history?” She asked, swallowing another mouthful of ice cream. “You know a lot about this stuff.”“I guess I do, yeah. We humans like to share our hobbies with the people that we like.”“And these two factions, they’re allies now?”“Close friends, yeah.”She pondered for a moment as she watched the battle play out, basking in the heat from the. Oh god what a crowd. I could smell good perfumes, see good ties and shirts and also felt that the men were very educated lot given all were seen with some or the other magazine or pink paper in hand. Thought may be my friend was lying asI don’t think these men will do anything. But I was so wrong. By the time I reached the next station I was already grouped, touched n felt at most places and still I didn’t know who did what. Next station attracted more people into the compartment hence I got. "I do not embrace young men," came the false pompous reply."Oh, you poor darling," said Frances disengaging and going over to him. "Mummy kiss you better."She got more than she bargained for. Anthony kissed her passionately then whispered in her ear. "These two's love is catching."Frances smiled up at him."I don't know," said Anthony. "All this lovey-dovey. I haven't even had a suck at my hard earned drink yet." Hard earned?" exclaimed Frances."Hard work, walking Mark."They all laughed."So,". But when a woman looks like Amie does, who cares if her upper thighs need to be shaved. We all burst out laughing, and it lasted a good 20 seconds."Don't you dare be mean to Amie's legs!" I said in sort of a baby talk voice. "They are beautiful!" as I dropped to my knees, wrapped my palms around each ass cheek, and pulled her to me, first kissing her somewhat long-haired upper legs, but quickly finding my way to plant a kiss right on her pussy. Amie moaned a sexy moan, and parted her legs a.