At last my fingers ache and I can do no more today. I stand and pull the sweater over my head, feeling the heavy wool dragging down on my shoulders. I...hold it close around my throat and step out into the wild weather. In spite of my best efforts, the sweater does not offer much comfort against the cold – the wind pierces the wide gauge of the stitches and touches my flesh with its chilly fingertips. The freezing rain soaks the wool until it drags me down heavily, and the fabric freezes stiff in. I found myself melting.. My hands travelled on her shoulder from whence I dragged down the pallu of her sari.. She was looking stunning with her 34 c boobs staring at me from under the strap blouse which was more like a bra.. I went on to kiss her neck slowly travelling down her chest to her cleavage.. I licked at the valley between two mountains of pleasure to full possible extent until I found her buttons obstructing my further path..I made her lie down on the bed on her face and lifted off. Not yet burnt out on this, thought Seifert. He smiled to himself; she would do quite well."What can I do you for, sir?" she said with a voice betraying her Irish roots. The brogue wasn't heavy. Instead, it lent a charming lilt to her voice. "I can do you a lot if you will let me." That depends young lady." Seifert reached into his suit coat and pulled out a stack of pound notes. "Are you free for the evening?"She stared at the money. "Evening?" The whole evening. Until the morning at least. I. "I don't think I am dressed appropriately to sit in a restaurant. I just came here directly from work." Well, I don't live but three blocks from here. We could go to my place and order a pizza or some Chinese if you'd rather." She nodded agreement, and they headed off to Jerry's apartment.Having moved in less than two weeks ago, Jerry's apartment still looked brand new. The furnishings were top quality, and the decor exuded a certain feeling of being first class. Jeanine was impressed."You live.