“Yeah, Mum? Good time with the Gräfin?”“Yes – Karin is as hospitable as ever. You should visit, you know. But where are you? I’ve been call...ing your flat for a couple of days.”My parents were friends with a German noblewoman, Gräfin Karin von Freiburg, whom Grandad had met during the Occupation, an attractive, quite wealthy, but much older woman. “I, um, had a bit of a bump with the bike.”“Oh, Robert! And you say you’re safe on that thing.”“I am, most of the time. An old guy’s foot slipped off. I saw Kaitlyn standing in the doorway, a white towel wrapped around her slender body, her red hair still wet. The muted light played upon her features and accentuated her silhouette. I gulped."What are you doing?!" she exclaimed. I struggled to put my cock back into my pants, but at the same time, still slowly rubbing it. "Err ... Sorry ... I was just..." "Ewww!" "I know, sorry; here, let me shut the door!" I stumbled at her, but she was standing right in the doorway, blocking me. "I'm telling. Why not?"Yes, Alice," I said louder.This time she lifted my feet and pushed them inside her alongside my penis. I could feel her growing back to her normal size as my legs slid deeper."Relax and enjoy it," was the last thing I heard Alice say as my ears were covered by her warm flesh. My head was turned back. I could still see between her closing outer lips as she climbed off the bed. She dressed herself. The white petticoats blinkered my vision before the view of her white stocking legs were. She showed a bit of anger and was still laughing . I was holding her against the wall and was holding her hands .She asked me please Vicky let me clean the ice cream leave my hands its-its cold.Ohh I won’tShe started pleading.Vikky please its cold and you are hurting my hand .I looked into her eyes there were tears in her eyes as I was holding her hand very tight. I loosened the grip and she was still standing there I was still looking at her.She was looking too cute with cream on her cheeks.