Stepping off the train from Nice, she looked like she had just stepped out of a salon, instead of getting off of a five and a half hour train ride fro... the south of France. Her hair, worn tight against her head, was perfect, not a strand out of place, showing off her round face. Her makeup was impeccable, lipstick and cheekbones by the book. You had to be intimate with her to see the depth of powder and concealer that covered the dark circles under her eyes and fine wrinkles in the corners of. "Lick them," Rachel purred the moment our hosts were out of earshot. I pressed her feet together, lifted them slightly and slowly ran my tongue over the tips of her toes. "Mmmmm, that feels good," she whispered softly. Separating them, I held her right foot in my hand, first sucking on her big toe and working my way over to her smallest. Coming back the other way, I concentrated my licking to the underside of each toe. She let out a gasp as I gently raked my teeth the length of her second. . ten days later... “Here they come, men. Damn those wights to all Seven Hells!” Torrhen Snow, a bastard of House Umber, warned the other handpicked men of the small, but growing coastal watch.He was captain of the watch, after all.“Get the word to our commander, Tormund Giantsbane. Or failing him, to Sandor Clegane, the Hound,” he added, “now, you know our orders ... set everything ablaze as soon as they land. And pull back for now. We want to kill as many of them as we can. We don’t have lots. All the time we spent made us build trust and come closer to each other. Our planned meetings turned into spending time together every evening on rides or restaurants. A month passed like this.Then she took the lead and asked me for a night’s stay at some other place away from the city. To be precise, she wanted to spend time beside the Ganges in Rishikesh.Mentioning some of our chats after we were comfortable. She used to tell me how she lost her virginity to her ex, her fantasies and all. She.