I started to unbutton her plaid shirt revealing the tank top beneath. I felt her nipples harden as my right hand found Mackenzie’s clit, rubbing it ...slowly and deliberately. She shuddered again, moaning. I reached down and let my other hand brush her pussy through her jeans. I rubbed my cock along the back of her ass before I took off her tank top then undid Mackenzie’s pink lace bra, revealing her beautiful grapefruit sized tits. I took off my shirt before reaching down and pulling off. ”“We knew that was going to happen,” Mike said with more than a little anger in his voice.“The President is a jerk,” Karen said focusing her blame on the most visible figurehead of the peace at any price movement.Shaking his head, Mike said, “He’s not the only one. Congress has redefined the terrorists from being irregular armed combatants to criminals. They now fall under the jurisdiction of local police. The courts have embraced that definition.”She knew that. Karen sighed and asked, “Can we. He just looked at me. After lunch and espresso, the girls brought us Absinthe, ice and water. I should never have smuggled those bottles back from Europe.Yukiko then asked: "Are you masters ready to party with your slaves, cows, sluts?" As planned, Robert took the initiative."You are entirely too fresh for your own good, Yukiko. Yes cows. Strip!"The three rapidly shed their clothes. As I thought, Candy was wearing no panties, only a bra under her tank top. Her bush was neatly trimmed into a. I pulled back, if only for a moment, to soak all this in. Her body was truly spectacular and my eyes could not help but try to examine every square inch of her. While I was taking in her physical beauty, I was reminded about our online connection, and the ways in which we had brought each other to orgasm solely through our imaginations (and masturbations of course): texts, phone calls, and a few pics always seemed to more than enough to do the trick. The incredibly creative and vivid fantasies.