Saturday morning I woke up to go to the bathroom andvery quietly took out the cigarettes, opened them andplaced two on the bedside table on her side a...d two onthe bedside table on my side of the bed, and a lighterand ashtray on each.I went back to sleep for a while and woke up with mywife cuddling me and nuzzling my cheek. She was readyfor our usual Saturday morning fuck session. Sheapparently hadn’t even noticed the cigarettes and webegan kissing and feeling each other up. I played. Its quaint gingerbread trimmings give it a charming Eighteenth Century rustic look. Civil servants of the Bavarian state government maintain the hut and its surroundings, and give guided tours to any hikers who happen by. Nailed to a post out front is a faded wooden plaque explaining, in six languages, that this was reputed to be the home of the fabled "Wechselhexe," or Change Witch."Sir, could you kindly tell me what that's all about?"The tour guide slowly shook his head at the young American. After sliding up and down her cuntslit, it pushed between her cuntlips and centered on her fuckhole. While Mr. Moore kept frigging, Sylvia’s juicy cunthole began stretching. Her pussy slowly opened up as the big thing exerted more and more pressure.“Ohhhhh, yeahhhh, Mr. Moore. Oh! It’s good – mmmnnn, ahhhh, ah, oh, yeah!” she moaned. Her ass began moving against the hand and the big thing pushing into her pussy.The man frigged Sylvia’s cunt harder and faster. With his hand, he held the slut’s. You lick and suck me gently, as Jill's massive tool begins to enter my throat. Slowly and steadily, I take her deeper. My eyes begin to water, and I give Jill a slight slap on her ass. She immediately withdraws, and I catch my breath and pant, "How much did I take?" About eight inches," Jill says, "Only four more to go. Do you think you can do it?" I must have it all," is my response."How about another shot of spray?" Jill gives me another shot and says, "You're amazing, Monique, I've never had.