Her accent was not Irish and U guessed she was German or Swiss. "I am The Countess" said the blond, standing in front of U. "I'm Urslut" U replied. ...She had no sooner spoken when The Countess struck her hard across her breasts. "You will speak when spoken to!" The Countess said in a calm but superior voice. The Countess undid her coat and let it fall to the floor. She was wearing a black basque and thigh high boots. She placed her hands on U's breasts and gently caressed them and teased. He had come in connection with his business to recover his dues from various businessmen to whom he had supplied goods manufactured by him. Although he was my cousin but we had not met earlier. I was asked by my parents to accommodate him in the janipur in which I was living. Since my bed was a king size bed and I was living alone my cousin said he will spread his bedding on the same bed and there would be no necessity for another bed for him. My cousin’s name was Rashid. Since we were of. She wrapped her hand around it and began to stroke it. He must have been in heaven, having a girl he lusted after in school but thought was unattainable, playing with his cock. She rubbed it a few more minutes and then she leaned down and took it into her mouth. He leaned back against the brick wall and let her have fun. I was close enough to hear the sucking noises she was making. She licked and sucked it for only a couple of minutes before she stood up, turned her back to him and pulled up. Her hand slips down between her legs, her pussy already slick with her arousal, her juices mingling with the hot water. The thought of running her hands through his blond hair, her fingers through his beard elicits a moan and an increase in the tingling sensations radiating from her center. Her other hand reaches up to cup her breast, gently squeezing and massaging her nipple, ridgid from her fantasies.Lost in her own imagination, the cool breeze across her back startles her a moment, but.