” “Oh, Mr. Marshall, that’s Wanda Lota Koch. It’s true that in Germany my last name is pronounced ‘caulk,’ however, here I pronounce it to... sound like KOSH.” “My apologies Ms. Kosh.” I stammered. “May I just call you Wanda?” “Of course,” she smiled at me. Seeing her smile and the way her tongue peeped out between her teeth and lips triggered a memory of a television commercial I had seen. “Wanda, you look familiar. Where have I seen you before?” “I’ve had some exposure on TV recently. Maybe you. Her front looked smooth, with abit of curving, but far from enough to be counted as fat. Her breasts bigger than Rosalinde's own, but also hangs abit, in differenct to Rosalinde's. She switches focus to the other woman, and gasps as she sees her blue eyes; a death knight. The death knight having black hair, which looked fairly worn out. Her lips blue, unlike the brunette, but another thing did strike her; the death knight was ripped. Her arms, legs and stomage showing of her muscles, which. He was about 6' 160 pounds, dark brown hair kinda wavy, and oh so cute. Wanted to pinch my self to see if this was real! I could feel my heart racing as he started kissing me gain, on neck, my ears, and Oh, my he was now sucking on my new bud nipplHees. Half hoping the nite was over and that it wold never end at the same time. I felt a wettness in my pants that I know I never experienced in my whole young life. It was incredible. What was going on was oh so new and exciting. Couldn't. “No, grazie,” said Luca!“None for me,” added Doug.“You fellas know what you want yet?”Doug started, “Sure! I’m gonna get the three-egg western omelet and some link sausage.”“Can I get the french toast with bacon and two eggs over easy,” asked Luca.“Of course! Comin’ right up,” the lady assured them.“Oh, let us get a side of hashbrowns too,” Doug amended the order.“Extra crispy,” Luca requested.“Certainly. Anything to drink?”“Milk,” Luca smiled.“O.J.,” Doug declared.As they waited for the food.