Out of that downpour and cacophony road a single stranger, into the inn's coachyard, atop a dripping and bedraggled white steed, whose head was stoope...d and who clearly wished to be out of the rain this very instant at least as much as their rider. The traveler dismounted, opened the door to the stables, and handed the reigns of their mount off to the stable boy that they somehow knew would be there without a second thought. Then went to the inns' main doors. They entered the common room and all. She seems unhurried but purposeful. She walks to the window and lights up a quick cigarette, turning her back on me as she looks out over the fields. I look around, at a loss. The instructions were clear enough. The implication was that we’d undress here, wrap up in towels and then head down the hall to the bathroom. I just wish…I just wish Petra would do it first so I can copy what she does. She says she hasn’t been here before, but she’s in the game, ergo she’s my senior. But I don’t want to. She did. Now I knew something was up here. She would never do that. She was completely open to suggestions, and did not put an argument.I told her to stick play with her self, stick a finger inside her then eat that finger. When she did this, I knew for certain whatever was in this dropper was amazing.We had great sex that night, we did 69, I fingered her tight ass while she sucked my cock, and we ended in missionary position, then I lifted her legs, and slid slowly into her ass, finishing. “Look, Koran; we are one.” She whispers, being too weak to speak properly, and puts her hands on her pubic area. “I can feel it pulsating inside of me, it’s almost unreal.” I can’t even speak; all of my senses become dull, and only the sound of her voice and the feeling of her insides exist; the small muscles inside her massage my penis, gently squeezing my penis as she breathes; I feel her heart racing inside of her, each heartbeat sending small, almost unnoticeable pulses through her.