“Not at all sweetie, you’re doing fine“. “And, if you don’t mind me saying so, you look hot”. I told her. Girls like to hear when they are... pretty. We tongue kissed and i put her right leg up to get access to the nozzle. I reached past her pussy and I juggled it again and moved it in and out of her bottom just enough for her to feel it. Keeping her leg up, I found her hairy pussy hole and rubbed the outside and slid a finger into her slick opening. “Damn, you’re wet, girl” I said. Forgetting I. I want to be this way forever.At that very thought my eyes are drawn to a figure on the trail below me. I blink a few times as I’m not sure what it is. Is it a shadow playing with my mind? Is it a raindrop caught in my eye? My senses rush as I see it come closer to me. It is walking, yet floating. It has appeared out of the wooded shadows. It comes slowly towards me. It becomes clear, “It” is a beautiful woman. She draws nearer. She is naked . Her golden hair is ringed with flowers. A. Liam and Jutta were led by servants to a salon that functioned as a waiting area for the Count. The salon was cooler than the hot and humid streets, but was still warmer than she was used to. The combination of the heat and the excitement of seeing the Count again, caused Jutta to flush. She could feel the blood in her cheeks and her heart beating against her tight corset. Her Uncle spoke to her but Jutta did not hear. She heard only the pounding of excitement in her ears and she only saw her. Any brief conversational exchange which might affirm his humanity in the midst of this most emotionally unforgiving of seasons. Bit of small-talk - too much to ask for? Yes? No? A moment's pause. Okay, that would be no. He slumped back into his seat.Then she walked in. Santa-girl. And his heart felt like it was pinballing around his insides. She ignored all the racks of DVDs, she just walked fearlessly, intently between the isles in those little black boots all the way up to him and leaned.