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"Oh, I told them that you were a lesbian trainee here for pussy munching lessons, and then you were to be sold as a sex slave to Amazonian Lesbians in South America." Julie said with a straight face, looking down at her shorter friend’s wide brown eyes. "Oh my God!" gasped Sarah while blushing deeply, "you didn't… did you?" Julie threw her head back and indian roared with laughter at the look of concern on Sarah face. "No, I didn’t, you daft ninny," Julie said still laughing, "I told them to go away or I would cut their balls off and make a necklace out of them." The two women walked towards the car park in the bright sunshine, cutting a most unlikely pair. Julie moved like a panther, her long legs clad in fishnet tights, ankle boots with stubby low heels, and her wrists covered in numerous bangles that jingled as she walked. At 26, Julie looked in prime condition, and although Sarah was approaching 30, she also kept her small frame in terrific shape. In fact, it was their shared penchant for working out which lead them to meet in a London gym four years before, when Sarah was doing a year’s attachment to the London branch of her American law firm. "So, Short Stuff, are you ready for some fun?" Julie drawled, flashing as she stopped in front of a large Harley Davidson motorcycle that sat gleaming in the car park. Julie fished in her pockets for some lollipops and a few dollars to give to the kids standing guard around the bike, thanking them in Spanish for their bravery in making sure no harm came to her beautiful machine. The less adventurous Sarah just stared at the bike, open-mouthed, and stammered, "you want ME to get on THAT?" then added, "how far is it?" Julie put her wrap-around shades back on, and tied her hair back into a loose ponytail, using one of the scrunchies from around her wrist, as she barked over the thundering engine, "It’s only 400 click and I know a great place to stop along the way. Now get on." Sarah looked at her light cotton print dress, and though she wasn’t dressed for the occasion, she knew she had no better choice. Lifting the dress high around her thighs, she straddled the bike, wrapping her arms tightly round Julie's waist, and feeling somewhat relieved, as Julie was showing as much exposed thigh as she was. As the bike rumbled through the streets, Sarah could feel the vibrations running through her body, sending a tingling sensation into her pussy. Leaning her head against Julie's back, she breathed in the fresh scent of Julie’s hair, as she remembered how the two of them originally met. It was 1986 and Madonna was blasting from the video screens that were everywhere in the Covent Garden Gym in the heart of London. The gym was considered by some to be intimidating, as the walls were covered in mirrors, providing no hiding place for any extra pounds or inches. Sarah didn’t really care, as she was addicted to the gym, coming here whenever she could. With sweat dripping from her body, she pounded the track on the treadmill, having already covered 5km, but she still pushed on at a steady pace. Glancing at the girl running on the treadmill next to her, she smiled to herself, thinking the 20-something year old looked like a large cat as she glided along gracefully. Sarah could see that she had already blondes covered 10km, but she had barely broken a sweat, only a small dampening under her arms as evidence that she was exercising. The girl returned her smile, and then pressed the button to raise the platform to a steep incline, and Sarah was amazed and admired the way the she just gritted her teeth and drove herself onwards, not breaking the pace for several minutes, until she finally moved the platform back to the level and stepped off the machine. As they cooled down and stretched in the same general area, Sarah turned and smiled at the woman and introduced herself, "Hi! I'm Sarah. That was some punishment you gave yourself on that run." I can see that everyone here loves her so very much. It might be as many as a guy every couple of weeks or so—rich guys all over the country.” As usual, my face was buried in aunt Carol’s cleavage, sucking and kissing and gnawing away at her wonderful breast meat. We flashing crept deeper into the cavern, came upon a room with a bandit sitting at a table, apparently supping, whilst another stirred a cooking pot nearby. Kay slid underneath and started kissing Kitty’s pussy while still playing with her own. So although Alexa’s hands are completely free, she can’t walk or move more than a yard from where her feet are anchored to the buried trap. If you don’t, then indian I will tell Muthusamy!” he threatened. His mind felt keen, smart, clearer. Her mouth licked and nuzzled my clean shaven balls while her hands worked my cock. She backs off and blondes looks up at him for approval. Her pussy was leaking wet and I decide to ignite it further. Orb’s light was as chromatically cold as the astral sun outside, and it bathed my small, visible world in blacks and whites. Helen was pushed onto her back and felt the pressure in her arms as she lay on her cuffed wrists. We both look in Jacob’s direction who smiles and shrugs his shoulders and responded, “I did no such thing. Do you have a kiss for him?” Again Bill's legs got weak but Tom's hand held his ass tight, “I want you to suck it.” Bill was uncertain. Knowing he was enjoying what I was doing was an unbelievable turn on. She cleared her throat. I kept glancing at his crotch and after a while I saw that the bulge in his pants was growing. “Yeah, sorry about that, but I knocked until my knuckles were sore. In the same way, any family pet, even a gerbil, should be routinely checked for those bacteria. Around me, my other women moaned and gasped. “Thanks, babe.” I smiled, planting a kiss on her lush, red lips. Sorry, Mom but I do have a deeper love for my Dad and your husband now.