They were wet and with a huge fresh stain. I was already tired but to smell that crotch and to lick it, I had a hard again.She came back minutes later... just to invite me to shower with her. It was something else. I wish that day I had take some Rumanian's panties and no that bikini at the end. However, I did go thru her panty vacation drawer and all of them were V.S.I still have that first pair.From there, the game really took over. The following week a fresh bunch of tourists from all over the. I hated her. Despised her. All that about love was just to get me to relax so she could fuck me.I knew it.This all was just a sick game to her.“She’s a cunt, isn’t she?” a familiar voice said behind me.I stiffened.“When I found out she was using you, I didn’t know what to do. What to say. I was shocked, of course, and aroused. That confused me even more. It made me hard, Salome, knowing Shelena was fucking you up the ass morning after morning. Always smirking around me, hinting that she was. Anne went out, but she had a small close group of friends and only occasionally stayed out overnight.Anne was also very tactile and I often felt her breasts press against me if she leaned across me or read something over my shoulder. Sitting watching TV she’d think nothing of putting her hand on my thigh as she stood up or she’d sit that close that our legs would touch. It crossed my mind on occasions that she knew what she was doing but I’d dismiss it as a mid life crisis, I was old enough. Well... not HUMAN folks anyways. Vampires, werewolves, banshees, sentient mists, demons, ghosts, elves, trolls, gnomes, and dwarves... yes... but not HUMANS." I wonder why that is," Poberson said sarcastically. "Is 'she' so hideous to look upon or what?" No, she's quite beautiful," the dwarf said, rather surprised. "She just finds most humans rather dull. With the exception of the Very Creative Ladies and Gentlemen of the Wordsmith's Guild she has almost no contact with your world at all....