” Charles chuckled and wagged his huge ears, grinning with that lopsided smile so well beloved by his subjects. “At least I’ve got a horse Manny...” retorted Bill. “What the fuck d’you call that you riding on?” “You know it’s Winnie my donkey. She’s a real bitch and fucks me about something rotten, but at least she’s sturdy,” Mandela replied patting Winnie’s ample rump. “The new wife thought it would be a good idea to use the old gal for something useful instead of kicking the youngsters after. She smiled teasingly. I smiled back. Her hand travelled down to her slit and her body began to tremble with excitement. Mine did the same.The teased herself for a moment before reaching out with her free hand. She pressed it to the surface of the mirror. Using her other, she beckoned me forward with her index. I barely even hesitated before placing my palm against the mirror, matching her posture almost perfectly.The mirror felt warm against my skin, almost as if it was alive. I smiled again,. The oiled hand glides up over his shaft and rubs her silky fingers around the head of his cock. He is leaking pre-cum and she slides her fingers through it and strokes his shaft up and down, squeezing a bit harder and harder with each stroke. He feels his balls draw up and knows he is about to have one of the best orgasms of his life….then she stops. Nothing….the hand is gone.He is frozen on the edge, if she would just touch him he would go off, but it is as if she has just disappeared. No. Peter, on the other hand, had allowed his napkin to fall to the floor showing a very obvious bulge in the front of his trousers. Being a good waitress I bent down and placed his napkin on his lap with my left hand. However, I had my right hand underneath the napkin and gave his hard cock a solid squeeze. Peter placed his hand over the napkin and caused me to extend the squeeze a little longer. I looked over at Helen who seemed aware of what was happening and she gave me a nod of her approval.I.