The leader of the League, Mr. Harry Stevens, was going to be the new Prime Minister. Mum stared at the TV set in horror and disbelief.'It's incredible...!' she said. 'How can people vote for a party whose main 'principle' is to turn women into second class citizens?''According to exit polls 35% of women voted for them,' said Dad. 'How do you explain THAT?''I can't,' said Mum, 'any more than I can explain how 88% of men said the same thing. I just can't understand how ANYONE could vote for a party. I was reminded of a group of vultures, circling a dying animal, waiting for their moment. I reached out and grabbed one of her pigtails, pulling her up until she looked at me, Please stop she cried out. Look at me you bitch, if you ever come near me or my sister again Ill yank every piece of hair out of your head I emphasised my words with repeated tugs at her pigtail, causing her head to bounce up and down. She was really snivelling now, pleading and begging, Im sorry, Im sorry, please I wont. They are pale pink, almost white, more so compared to hers. “Bloody hell Sally-girl, you’re fucking beautiful,” Charlotte coos down at me, caressing my breasts. “Please touch me,” I whimper, begging for more, needing more. I don’t need to ask twice, she comes down, kissing me something fierce, working her hands over my breasts. I moan out, writhing with pleasure and need, rotating my hips with lustful need. Soon, her mouth is moving down, biting and nipping in all the right spots, making me. "Agh , yes!" The warmth was filling your belly. Your own cum mixed with mine as your body convulsed in one giant, rolling climax. His dripping shaft left your lips, but you continued to lick the thick, warm residue from the corner of your mouth. Suddenly, the smell of your own body drifted back to you. I was holding my manhood beneath your nose, watching as a small bead of cum dangled from the tip. It fell almost in slow motion, to land on your top lip and slowly trail down. This new taste and.