I was sopping wet and easily squeezed with minimal effort my entire finger to the knuckles of my hand. "Oh Paul I'm fucking myself!" I winced, pumping... my hand in and out, feeling my tightness around my finger. As I pulled my legs backwards to spread open, my one leg came to rest on my father's hips, so we were in contact while I fucked myself. "Paul I have a finger in me, I'm so tight and wet, I wish your dick was in here!"Paul continued to pant after his cum, but he was a stand-up man, he. He’ll ease up on the executions once his regime has stabilized. This isn’t a Hitler, Stalin, Lenin, or even a Mussolini. The brutal summary executions are a means to an end, the end being to scare any resistance into surrender.“Those other guys kept killing people after they took power, because they intended to purge and purify society, to cleanse it like Robespierre of any perceived taints or blemishes. He’s not an ideologue, just a wannabe Caesar. That’s very different. His regime will be. Beep"Not enough."I licked my lips, wondering how far I could push this. I paused and typed "well the offer's there..."And waited...It took only a few seconds before the reply came."How do you know you'd fancy me? I might be fat and ugly, and anyway you too old to want young girl like me."I thought moment, then typed "we could look at each other and make our minds up... and it would be a privilege to be with a young girl like you at my age." I was nervous, but highly aroused and excited.. Muje kuch doubt huva k kuch gadbad he fir amit bola shalini kaha he to unhone bataya k vo tuition gayi he or sham ko vapis ayegi. Dopahar ka time tha to unhone hame khana diya or khana dete dete bar bar juk ke muje apne boobs dikhati are yaar kya batau kya boobs the ek dam white or adhe se jyada muje dikhte the fir vo mere samne or Amit k paas khana khane beth gayi.usne green colour ka Punjabi suit pahena tha or chinni nahi dali thi to ese hi uske adhe boobs dikhai dete the mene jabse use dekha.