Jen: You speak Spanish?Elena: Si!Jen: Say, “I’m a very naughty girl.”Elena: Soy una chica muy traviesa.Jen: You know I have no idea if what you ...are saying is truly Spanish, right?Elena: Hey, I followed the Spanish class back in my hometown. I did my homework. What about you?Jen: I never had Spanish class so no home…Elena: I meant the other kind of homework.Jen: Oh that, well…Elena: Let’s check how good of a student you are. Come here. Starting with basics. Kissing.Elena kept her hands on Jen’s. I slid the white laced silk underwear the rest of the way off and placed them in his outstretched gloved-hand. He brushed the wet cloth against his cheek and sniffed. "Your perfume is magnificent, Little One," he commented as he stuffed them in a concealed pocket of his cape. "Now tell me what you want."I frowned. "I told you already." You weren't completely honest with me were you, Chica." No, Senor," I looked down at my lap.Using his fingers to lift my chin, he brought his face close to mine. A confused look crossed her face. "That's pretty depressing," she finally said after a brief silence.I nodded in agreement, then said, "So if you want to come you can either rub yourself off or..." Or what?" Kelly asked."Or," I whispered seductively, "Sometimes girls just have to make their own fun."A befuddled Kelly tried to think this statement out, but failed.Then I was trying to figure out the best way to get her out of her clothing. My main concern being Kelly's reaction if it turned out I. "I would be sent back, this time never to return.” That alarmed him and he quickly moved the card away from her. He told her, “But I can’t take you with me,” a declaration that turned into a question. “Can I?” “Sure you can,” she said, then took his hand and led him faultlessly, through the miles of this thick stand of trees, to his home. Her gown seemed to gather and hold the diminishing light, as she led him at a slow pace. It settled on and moved across her full, impressive buttocks, then.