After the May-Day celebration she braided Margickta’s hair. She then took the girl to a tailor in Platnackt Dek to have her fitted for a dress. The ...irl was speechless as Vesna tied the yellow sash around her companion’s waist, indicating she was available for marriage. Vesna struggled to hold back tears as the traumatic memory of her own failed effort to buy a dress forced itself into her thoughts. She was afraid to speak and let the girl hear her voice crack from emotion, so she tapped. Naturally, she was freeloading and the flat belonged to an old bloke who worked on the town's buses. Whether she was fucking him too I didn't know but as she was using his lounge etc I wouldn't have been surprised.The evening was cold and so the bloke had put the gas fire on and gone to his room and with the lights now low and by the glow of the fire we started to get into some serious heavy petting. She had her pullover off and I had pushed-up her bra and was touching her nipples and squeezing. I noticed that since I had come back home, the awkward feelings with Ashley had somewhat passed. Maybe what had happened between us was for the best, we now knew what the parameters were. She came back into the kitchen dressed in shorts and a tee shirt, as usual she looked awesome. We resumed our conversation as she fixed some supper, once again I began to feel somewhat overwhelmed, just looking at her. I was glad she was wrapping up dinner, we could eat soon. As I was putting out the plates. She strained to see more, holding her eye up to the keyhole as long as she could, before her neck started to get sore from holding her head in such an awkward angle. For many minutes nothing more happened, except that pretty, round bottom bobbing up and down with a steady rhythm; but then, the black girl’s legs rose up into view and wrapped around the back of whomever was crouched between her legs. There were no longer any sounds of giggling. Instead, she heard whimpers and moans, which grew in.