I’d met Nadine at The Yard when I’d moved up to Newcastle three months previously, after my firm relocated. Nadine was stunning, a six foot tall, ...ebony girl with an Amazonian figure and 38D cup breasts, which she hardly even needed a bra for. I had felt myself go moist the moment I had seen her J-Lo type ass, imagining her using me for her enjoyment. I had struggled to stop staring at her, even though I was with others and she was partying with other girls. I was stunned and shocked when she. You found the statue of Cybele in the garden, and then wesomehow fulfilled a ritual... Something about us being blessed," hesniffed. "Not that I'd call this a blessing... And that it would lastuntil I guess the winter solstice, and about our creating new life orsomething." He sniffed again and said, "I don't know, it's all confusedand jumbled... Oh god, what are we going to do Cath?"She could tell from having been through many emotional meltdowns thather old body, that Peter was still not. And just at beginning dusk we reach the guest-house. It is one large house that seems to be a restaurant and 16 little wooden log cabins for the guests. Frozen all over we enter the restaurant. At the counter I find a friendly looking chubby woman of about 45 years. She introduces herself as Nilla (short for Pernilla) and asks in Swedish for our wishes. Per answers also Swedish: „We need a warm meal, a hot drink and a warm place to spend the night. I hope you have all this. “Nilla smiles a. “Oh God Fuck Me Hard.” She cried out as I pounded into her. I responded with a****l-like grunts as my cock gapped out her pussy. I reached for her legs and spread them apart. I pushed her ankles up to her shoulders so her pussy pointed straight up and she held her weight on her shoulders. My dick filled her completely in this position. “Fuck me as hard as you can!” she called out and I did. Her breathing became quicker and shorter until she reached her climax and cried out in extacy. Her pussy.