I could take you somewhere. You could buy me dinner too and then I could take you to the markets. Are you looking for something special in the markets...?”“I’m going to dinner tomorrow night at the house of the man I’m doing business with here—the reason I came to Bamberg,” I answered, my voice amused at how he was taking charge and surging ahead. I liked where this was going, though. “I should get a gift to take to his family.”“A bottle of whiskey would be good,” he said, “but they don’t sell. Some of Nanas sperm was on her legs and ankles. I kissed and licked it all with a great hunger."Oh yes, mommy likes that so much," she whispered with sighs of pleasure.Lying there licking Nanas sperm from her calves down to her ankles she suddenly stepped aside, looked at me with big eyes breathing heavily:"My goodness, and we have only just started. Sweetie, look at mommy." Nana unzipped her dress and took it of in a smooth sensual movement. She stood in front of me and unfolded her hair. Her. Perfect full lips. I couldn't stop staring at her face (although I did find time to survey the rest of her a few more times). She was wearing jeans and a tight black sweater with horizontal stripes that bent around her sweet little tits. I could have stayed there looking at her for an hour. She wasn't gorgeous, but she was very ... kind of "plain-cute," if that makes any sense. Very, very appealing. Fetching. She looked less than 16. But I doubted she was that young, especially since it was a. My fingers work slowly, but soon I have to slow down even more in order not to cum. I desperately want to, but I know I mustn’t. It is an exquisite agony keeping myself aroused but not allowing myself to cum. What does he need the chair for? He can make me do it all by myself. I don’t know how long he leaves me lying there. Sometimes he watches my, sometimes he just seems to stare into the distance. A few times he gets up and wanders around the garden, but I don’t dare stop even when he is at.