It was alovely spring day, and the blooming trees in the park helped mask thescent of the city, but did not blot it out. And it was the scent of theci...ty that focused me on who and where I was.Somehow, I was a young, attractive married woman in 1886 with ahardworking husband from whom I had become estranged. And yet, in myheart, I suddenly wanted to be with him. I couldn't because he was inChicago.I gasped.May, 1886. Chicago."Oh, my God," I whispered.I made my way over to the handle on the wall. I again started smooching and this time, she opened her mouth for my tongue and started tongue war. Saliva is dripping from her chin. I licked her chin, lips, and tongue and we broke. Wow it was the longest smooch I had. I pulled her saree and tried to take her blouse.She held my hand and said ” don’t be hurry honey ! We have 5 more days time”. And she again started to kiss my lips. We both enjoyed smooching than anything. Later I took her in my arms and went to the bedroom and made her lie on. “Oh, very well, then!” the Mountain consented, albeit reluctantly, to confer with the rider, though wary in case he was trouble.“You’re a hard man to find,” the man told him, revealing Lannister colors, “anyway, it’s been rough, trying to escape King’s Landing while that Greyjoy bitch in her boots and cuirass with her bare buttocks mooning us all guards the docks. That’s not even counting the rumors about the Onion Knight taking over as Master of Ships. Few of us have been able to get away, so. I need to see your face when you have an orgasm for me, baby."She opened her eyes and looked into his, and that forced him to go into overdrive. He started to relentlessly pound her, making sure that she knew who her pussy belonged to. He was beyond the point of no return, and that meant that she was his toy."Do you like this, Babe? Do you like my dick fucking you for all you're worth?" Oh my God, YES! You feel so good. Please don't stop, please. I'm gonna... gonna..." That's right, say it. Say.