I flatten it out and bend the tip up as far as I can and tickle the top of her pussy which in turn sends her in a quiver, her whole body shaking on my...face. I with draw my tongue and inset a finger inside of her pussy hunting her g-spot when I have found it I lower my head a little and lick at her puckered little arsehole, which send her into oblivion. She tells me ‘Now baby… I need you inside me now!’ I reach into my bedside table a produce a tube of lubricant and squeeze a fair amount onto. It’s not every man who has a squad of U.S. marines protecting him. I finally put my fingers to the keys and pounded out a story. Kaiser Mattanthas: A Paradigm of . . . What? By Paige d’Lephant I have stood in the shadow of greatness. Well, that is not entirely true. Rather, I was intimidated by it, had supper with it, laughed with it and insulted it. Equally, I was insulted by greatness, laughed at by greatness and humbled by it. This week I had supper with the United Nations’ single most. This story is about one of those meets, and how I have jackoff material for years after this evening. It was a typical Wednesday evening, drinking a beer and watching the tube when Karole suggested we go see Bowen the upcoming Saturday. I agreed, and after a couple more drinks, was told "Thank You" in a sexy voice as she kissed my lips. Hmm, that seemed a little odd; oh well, she really wanted to go, it had been a while since we saw him. She asked if I could still work some magic and get us. "She giggled, "I know baby and I'm fucking horny too, come to bed and fuck me while I tell you about me and Brenda" Brenda?"I had to turn away from her, the stench of stale booze and tobacco was very unpleasant."Yes Brenda, you remember!" Yeah I remember her all right, go to bed mum, you need to sleep it off"She shrugged the robe off and sat back on the sofa, parting her legs, she opened the lips of her cunt and pushed two fingers inside herself."You wouldn't believe what she did to me.