“Hello, can I help you?” she asked the smartly dressed visitors courteously.“We’re here to see Calara Fernandez,” John replied, bracing hims...elf for questions if it turned out that she had been hauled off to the brig.“Certainly sir, one moment,” the receptionist replied, before scanning through a list of names on the console.“Ah yes,” she said, finding Calara amongst the list. “May I see your identification please?” she requested politely. John and Alyssa handed over their IDs’, which were. Italians, Americans, Russians, Czechs, Germans, Bavarians, English, Irish, Hungarians, all swarming around as thrilled and ecstatic as I was. It reminded me of the bastard offspring of a state fair and Las Vegas. There was a lewdness to their grins that hinted at the festival being two steps from an orgiastic Saturnalia. I had been told a handful of colorful ante dotes about Oktoberfest, but like Amsterdam they failed to sink in properly. I created my own vivid image of these places. Even after. .. we just met in Market Street, and we're in that pub on the corner of Duke Street, the Rose and Crown... 'Our eyes were still locked, and she ran the tip of her tongue over her lips.She laughed. 'I don't know. I'll ask him!'She held the phone aside. 'He wants to know if you're going to fuck me! Are you?'I looked at her quizzically. 'What do you think?'She spoke into the phone again. 'He asked me what I think. I think he will! What? Oh, quite good-looking ... he's got his hand on my leg, under. So I went a bit rough on her. I took her facing the wall and kissed all over and then her juicy red lips. We were so hungry for the lips and kept exploring each other with our tongues.I spanked her ass and fucked her in doggy style. She was so tight I know she had not been fucked for a long time. She was crying in pleasure. I fingered her so hard that she came again.My gun was still there to explode. I was in no mood to stop. I held her in my arms and fucked her there. Holding her. Then she.