I always imagined that the only orgasms Margaret Thatcher ever had were derived from them. I worked, in my early days, for a now retired woman MP who ...ctually told me she’d soaked her knickers during one spectacular moment in her career. I don’t care if it makes me orgasm or not but I do want that excitement, that access to powerful, historic moments. Henry Wayne could get lost now. I was on the lookout for the next one up the ladder and, happily, had found it. Right, rant over. There I was. "You give a final few thrusts and pull out and I collapse exhausted on to the bed. I watch as you ttake your big strap-on cock and wipe it in the spunk that is pooled on the bed. You carefully wipe the head and shaft through the spunk, I know what is coming next and I roll onto my back.You straddle my chest again and once more your big cock is thrust into my mouth but this time it is covered in spunk and I begin to lick at it greedily."You like spunk don't you?" you hiss. "Lick all of the spunk. ”Marsha again positioned herself and rubbed the backs of Nina’s legs, pulled her hand back, and then smacked the back of Nina’s leg and then the other leg, and then both legs five more times on each, loving how each leg was turned darker and darker shades of red and produced louder and louder gasps from Nina. Mrs Lawson saw the tears welling up in Nina’s eyes as she ordered, “Hold out your right hand again.”Nina struggled as more questions followed as Nina’s increasingly blurred vision still. She finally glanced at my face and smiled at me.Kelly piped in, “Looks like you were dreaming about last night. Are you still horny? Fucking me while jerking off a girl you never met must have got you going?” The flirtatious talk and the fact they were both staring at my cock was more than I could take. My dick grew until it was bone hard and straining in my shorts.Now, I should let you know that there were no secrets between Tricia and Kelly. Since they became roommates they had opened up.