“My name is James,” he said silkily. “MacLeod.” “James…” She tasted the name on her tongue, relived that she finally knew his name. �...Well, then. Screw you, James.” He took a very deliberate step closer to her. Even with her heels on he was taller than her by a good hand span. “You look, mouth-watering in that dress, princess,” his fingers trailed up and down her arm. She looked down at his hand on her arm. “Thank you,” she whispered. He leaned down near her neck and inhaled deeply,. He entered me from behind and started fucking me roughly doggy style. He hugged me from behind and I could feel his chest hair and hard nipples massaging my back. He pulled hard on my nipples sending direct stimulation to my cock. He fucked me harder and harder and there was the unmistakable sound of his big balls slapping against mine. I was getting hyperstimulated from the feel of his thick cock ramming my ass, his big rough hands on my nipples and his balls slapping against mine. With. She looked at me and smiled as I helped her back to her feet."You should at least offer me a drink, no," she said playfully.I looked down to the pile that she had just left, my eyebrows nearly touching, "You sure you can handle another?" I asked her.She laughed, each edge of her tender lips spreading like an eagle's wings, across her face, pausing to speak French to her friends, before she returned her attention back to me."When we party we don't hold anything back. Bonne annee," she added,. Big, firm, perky, pear shaped, .. I remember them vividly and feel a small bulge forming in my pants. Keep cool. She has a new boyfriend. My brain tries to control my senses. When we arrive at the lodge, they tell us that there is no extra cottage and she will have to share with me. No problem. Since we broke up she has come to visit me several times, so we can handle this. The place is magic. We are eight occupying the whole lodge. We have our usual Gin Tonic sundowners and a great meal. I.