Her nightclothes cling to her body with a soft sheen of perspiration. Is it the humid summer night or perhaps something more feverish? Chaotic imagery...flashes through her thoughts. She recalls wild dreams in restless sleep. In bare feet and wispy gown, Katherine pads across the large Elizabethan manor house. Her attire is hardly appropriate outside her bed chamber, but no one should be awake at such an hour. The lamps and candelabras sleep as surely as the manor inhabitants. Her only concern. He cleared his throat and tried to speak. She cut him off with a mirthful laugh. “I don’t blame you for not remembering who I am. I’ve changed! No more braces or glasses or clunky shoes. And I’ve filled out a little since then.” She swayed her hips and thrust out her chest, watching his eyes widen in appreciation. Then suddenly her face drooped and she looked sad. “It almost killed me when I heard that you’d married that.. that..” She didn’t finish her thought.“I’m.. I’m sorry..”“Oh,. .I just meant that...”His stuttering was hushed by a long, slender finger pressed against his lips. Slipping from her stool, Nicki pressed close to the young man, holding her finger to his lips to keep him silent. By now, her shoulder devil had won out and was in full command of her every thought and action.“Do you find me attractive, Jacob?” she quietly asked, still holding her finger to his lips.Jacob gulped again, his throat going dry. He nodded silently to her question. Nicki let out a sigh. With her eyes closed the world falls away then she feels it. Without opening her eyes she seductively opens her mouth and sticks her tongue out. Fatty is impressed and lowers his heavy cock onto her tongue with a thud. Nothing about this action was gentle but she didn't mind. She like being slightly abused during sex. There was nothing like the feeling sore the morning after a forbidden night of fucking. Fatty stands there face fucking her for what feels like an eternity before he release her.