”“Well, I certainly need both of ‘em inside me!”Any thoughts of literary advancement rapidly vanished as two rapacious individuals fell on eac... other. I slid inside her with ease. “Oh fuck, Simon, that’s so fucking beautiful; your lovely big cock right inside me!” she moaned. “Don’t take it out, darling, until you’ve filled my cunt up with your spunk!” And as if to arouse me further, she added: “And when you’ve cum I’ll sit on your face so that you can lick it as it trickles out!” Face-sitting. I completelyfailed to realize what his other hand was doing all this time.. He was slowly taking mysaree tucks out of my petticoat while he was fingering my navel.. now, my petticoat knotcame out completely in view as my saree folds in that area has been expertly loosened byhim, and i was blissfully unaware of this still, while his fingers were resting lightly on theknot.. ( He could see this clear and close since he was much shorter than I ).He was beginning to loosen the knot of my petticoat,. Right. Like that would work now. Must have been a very different class of politician in those days, maybe that’s why they were referred to as ‘statesmen’. Before they went around kissing babies and pardoning turkeys in public, and kissing donor’s asses in private.You ever see that clip of Sarah Palin pardoning a turkey, while one of its friends is being force-fed into the guillotine behind her, clearly in shot, no mistaking what was happening? Me, I’d have fed my aide’s head into the guillotine. Now how did I know that? Simple really, one of the women told the guys to leave my pussy to her and her friend, for which I was eternally grateful. Now don't get me wrong, any hand playing with my cunt is better than no hand and the same goes for fingers. But seriously, a woman's touch just can't be matched. And even if they have nails that could scratch an inch deep gash in a man's back, and from the feel of them these women certainly had that, they seemed to know just how much pressure to put.