I’m not sure quite how I avoided a peptic ulcer and total baldness last Autumn. The moment any common sense seemed to be looming on the horizon, ano...ther total fuckwit like Michael ‘weasel’ Gove or Jeremy ‘rhyming slang’ Hunt would pronounce on TV that ‘we’ could change any agreement once we’d left – did these numpties not realise that the very people we were negotiating with could also see their interviews? Talk about bad faith and untrustworthiness.I had stopped listening to the ‘Today’. Eh... Schwanz unter dich geben aber die Kamera wird denken er ist in dir und wir können beide sexy Gesichter machen als würden wir es treiben... das wäre lustig." Ich denke das ist ok. Wir tun so denke ich."Die Kamera blitzt als sie auf den Teppich geht. Ich kniete mich hinter sie und hielt meinen Schwanz nahe an ihr. Sie sah über die Schulter zu mir während mein Schwanz sich ihrer nassen Muschi und ihrem gefingerten Arsch näherte. "Sei vorsichtig Mister.", sagte sie, mir fest in die Augen. Do they want me to shower in front of them?"Um, not wearing anything cough under this robe." He warned hoarsely.The girls exchanged a look. Giggled. They reached for him, untied his robe and pulled it from his shoulders."Go." Melissa directed, pointing at the shower.When he emerged, dripping all over the floor, they pulled him into position. He heard rustling and a wet sticky splashing. A hand pushed an electric incense burner beneath his nose. The most erotic aroma he'd ever smelt filled his. One voice in particular sounded very familiar, but she couldn't quite place it. Not her husband but someone she knew well."Look at how wet she is! Fucking slut loves it!" One said. "She's fucking dripping wet," said another.She was so fixated on what they sounded like instead of what they were saying, that she wasn't prepared for the random fingers that spread her open and started fucking her pussy. She came on them instantly, letting out a vocal moan unintentionally but she couldn’t help it..