That’s Walpurgis night. It’s sort of like a Swedish Halloween. They say that on that dark night, the witches dance on the mountains. Some even cal...l it The Night of Darkness on the Mountains.”I was now fully awake and standing straight up. That’s what Bridget had said, The Night of Darkness on the Mountains.“What if she isn’t really beautiful?” I screamed out. “What if I end up having to make love to an old hag every year for all eternity?”For just a moment, something like a large soap bubble. It was a mistake. It meant nothing. Please!"At first I listened, but my thoughts kept going back to the fact that she had outright lied to me when I had called earlier. I could hear her words, but I had little to no trust in them and my anger at her was enough that I feared what I might do if I opened the door.The pounding continued and I finally had to hunt down my i-pod and turn the sound up to drown out Janet's increasingly hysteric cries. I could not relax and finally pulled out my math. Every direction I turned looked like a post card.“We are almost there. The turn is just ahead,” Hans announced.He stopped in front of a large, iron double gate and pushed his remote. Slowly, it opened, revealing a long, cobble stone drive lined with ancient chestnut trees. Fog surrealistically shrouded the mansion but seemed to clear as we approached. There was a series of steps leading up to the grand entrance doors that must have been ten feet high. “Oh, my! This is magnificent.” It was such. I squeezed it and made her nipple pop up. She was surprised, but smiled. She liked my touch. I moved my other hand behind her head and kept her lips planted on mine. I pushed my tongue in and out of her mouth, which enticed her to follow with her tongue. I released her head and moved my hand down to her pussy. It was warm and wet and I felt it pulsating from my earlier actions. I moved my fingers around her slit, probing her and she rewarded me with moans and juices from her. She wanted me, as.