You would need that number of bedrooms.’ I could see her understanding of the situation. ‘Hell! Think of the food they would need, the sheets, pil...ows, the fires in their rooms, everything. It would cost a fortune.’ ‘Yes it was expensive, but remember it would only happen about twice a year here. The guests, in their turn would become hosts themselves.’ I noticed a horse and rider approaching from the west. I was surprised when the rider altered course and rode towards us. The rider was a young. ’ Steve started stammering ‘I..uh’ ‘Look we have a big day tomorrow you have to relax, roll over on your stomach,’ Karen ordered. Karen started to give Steve a back massage to help him relax. ‘Damn you’re tense, dude, loosen up,’ Karen observed. Steve shut his eyes and started to relax a bit. ‘There, that’s better,’ said Karen. ‘Wow, you’re really good at this,’ Steve complimented. Karen had taken a few massage therapy classes, so she she actually did know what she was doing. Steve was really. Such as how little Pietre, an eight year old German boy, had been mean to his sister that very morning, knocking her breakfast off the table and then claiming she had done it herself.He shouldn't have known Pietre's name.He shouldn't have known about breakfast.And he certainly shouldn't have said, "Pietre! Seist Du nett zu deine Schwester, oder du wird auf der Santa Claus die Liste der unartigen Kindern!", which is German for "Pietre! Don't be mean to your sister, or you'll end up on Santa. "Apology accepted. These breasts may now be cumdumps, but I am still a human being. Please regard me as a proper person and neighbor like we always have." she said, relaxing her arms, letting her breasts settle softly. Her stern expression softened. "Now that we're clear on that, come over for dinner sometime. Ria misses you already. Use your hands and touch them, please." "Ria misses me? I thought she hated me for freeloading." I said, slightly surprised from both her daughter's fondness for.