He was in reality fucking her as his head bobbed to and fro. "Does that feel good, slut," James asked her. Doris just moaned and looked totally distra...ght. "Look at the fucking mirror!" he went on, and Doris reluctantly turned her head to see herself standing there with Thomas on his knees in front of her. The pressure on the dildo in her cunt was making her hips jerk a little, and it really looked as though she was fucking Thomas's mouth with her strapon. As she stared at the mirror, James. Uff….dil kar raha ta nity ke andar sar ghusake uski chut chat du….kya gajab lag rahi thi.Anyways somehow mene apna basna ko control kiya aur dinner karke bed me uth gaya. Raat 12 baj rahe the. Tabhi mere mobile pe Sonia ki msg ayi aur humlog sms me baate kadne lage.Sonia – Hi..had dinner?Me – Yup..n u ?Sonia – meri bhi ho gayi hain. Kya kar rahe ho?Me- soya hoon…aur tum?Sonia- mein bhi soyi hui hui. Aur batao kya rah ho soye soye gf ke saath bate kar rahe ho na?Me – arey nahi bhabhi…mera koi gf. The two women wandered along the desert periphery for almost the whole cycle of the moon, during which Glade discovered for the first time that she and her lover's menstrual cycle was in perfect synchrony. This curiously reassuring fact was the only happy thought in a time during which both women were constantly thirsty and had become increasingly scrawny. The women pooled together their different survival skills and lore, augmented by what Demure had learnt from the now-deceased Quagga whose. Just under twenty-four degrees Celsius. That’s seventy-five on the Fahrenheit scale, but who cares, right?“I like it when people are happy and comfortable in their weather ... and when they feel free to go naked most of the time. It’s not as if the ground is covered in flames anymore, as it was in many places in Hell in the old days. It was much hotter and less pleasant back then. Back then, to walk around in Hell while barefoot was required, but only to guarantee pain from the constant flames.