Her breathing was heavy, and he could smell the heightened state of anxiety she was in. She adjusted herself on his lap, and he let out a soft groan a...s her ass rubbed against the bulge in his slacks. He was rather surprised that she had kept quiet and had not interrogated him with questions of their risky position. Gathering her hair up in his fist, he tugged it back so that he had full access to her neck, which he preceded to place bites on. He was soft at first, then grew harder and harder. She watched him pray and after about 45 minutes, when he turned to leave, using a cane and moving very slowly, she approached him for an interview."Pardon me, sir, I'm Rebecca Smith from CNN. What's your name?" Morris Feinberg," he replied."Sir, how long have you been coming to the Western Wall and praying?" For about 60 years." 60 years! That's amazing! What do you pray for?" I pray for peace between the Christians, Jews and the Muslims.I pray for all the wars and all the hatred to stop.I pray. Suddenly, Alisha shuddered with an orgasm.Meanwhile, my cock was erect and ready to pump in her pussy. I got up and kissed her on her lips for 2 minutes. Then I gently pulled her kurta up. Her amazing body was so smooth.Then I released my colleague’s boobs from her bra and there the 2 globes of heaven were there for me with nipples erect ready to go in my mouth.Alisha gently pushed my mouth on her boobs. I took her left side boob and started sucking it while my hand was working on her right. Princess, please soften yourself.' My poor husband. There he stood, completely humiliated and completely excited as we three women contemplated his throbbing penis. He could no more soften himself than he could jump over the moon. If anything, his cock became harder as it moved up and down in time with his pounding heart. Before long, Madame Camille, Felicia and I were all laughing at his red faced embarrassment.'Well,' I said, with mock impatience, 'apparently, we need to use The Glove.''Oh,.