He knew perfectly well that people stopped talkingabout mysteries because there is only one true mystery in the whole ofGod's creation - where did God... come from? Well, if you discount thingslike why you always end up with odd socks. He also knew that a paradoxis two ideas that apparently contradict each yet are both true. The onlyconnection he could think of to link the two words was that when peoplechallenged something you said that didn't make sense, you used to say itwas a "mystery". But. “It was your leg between my legs…you were pressing something.” Lynne peered down below my waist and then turned her gaze to her own body. She was wearing a short skirt and she casually slid her fingers under and started slowly rubbing herself.“Where is it? Where’s the place?” Lynne muttered. She was obviously anxious to join in the fun. I turned on to my side and gazed down to where Lynne’s hand was now fiddling around under her skirt. She lifted her skirt up until I could see Lynne’s. “Don’t be an imbecile!” I retorted but it was too late. My balls were emptying fast. Gout after gout of silver grey cum was shooting along my shaft.“Oh Oh Oh!” Lucinda gasped as waves of passion overcame her until we both collapsed completely spent.“Thank you sir, thank you madam, I think that will suffice,” Angleby announced, “Shall we leave the wedded coupe to their further fornication.”They filed from the room.We remained locked together, then my member began to swell anew.“What’s. She started moaning like marry me I need this every night. I shut her mouth and started licking her clitoris vigorously and fingered her. She was like “Holy mother of God, fuck fuck, baby don’t stop keep doing, I’m cumming I’m cumming and she came and her fluids where coming out of her pussy. I don’t drink it haha..Then I told her it was her turn,She Was like let me fuck you like you’ve never been fucked. She made me lie down and her hands started doing wonders, She poured oil on my dick and.