She smiled at me. She was wrinkled now. I looked at her hair, I found a solitary white strand. She patted her hair and curled the strand to the back.�...�You should visit my place this evening, I wouldn’t take no for an answer”I giggled, “Yes ma'am”She lived at the embassy“Yes sir, how can I help you?” The Arab security guard asked me“I’m here to meet Irene,” I said as I stepped back“Sir, you can’t meet a woman in the night in the kingdom, you need permission from the government,” The guard said as. Ever since I was nine I have had bi-curious thoughts. I used to go over to my friends house and we would experiment. I enjoyed it a lot. But sooner or later, as I knew would happen he grew out of it, and for a while I thought I had too. But then they started up again when I was sixteen. I always loved tits and pussy, and always will. But there was something else I was longing for. Something long! I loved masturbating to threesomes with two really big dicks doing a barely legal woman, I just. “Nooo!” Thought Claire, “I’m not coming like this again…” She stopped what she was doing and began searching around her room for something more fulfilling. She studied the various items she could find. A pen? No, the pen was only slightly bigger than her finger. A bottle? No, the bottle was definitely too big. Her hand reached out for her hairbrush. She stroked the handle up and down – how she’d imagined she would touch Scott’s penis. Perfect. It was about an inch thick, five inches long and. He nuzzled her ear until she giggled and then left her to taste the wine.He went over and took a seat at his table. He had the rose stuff and a glass of ice in front of him. She went over and laid on the love seat thing he had in his dinning/sitting room drank her wine. It had a wonderful flavor and before she knew it, she had drunk the whole glass. Michael was standing over her with the bottle.“Want a refill, you little lush,” He asked jokingly?“Maybe just one before dinner,” she replied.