She looked silently, awed by the creations of electrical engineers that had illuminated the city with bulbs of every size, shape and color, giving it ...n almost supernatural glow. Somehow it seemed perfectly natural to her that George should put his arms around her petite waist as he stood behind her, looking over her soft shoulders at the spectacle below. That meant they still were friends, she thought drunkenly, and she felt strangely at home in his arms. For a moment the guilt returned, but. Her onyx hair brushed the shoulders of her gold turtleneck sweater dress.Monty eyed her, his tiramisu untouched. "I agree."They nibbled their delicacies, each sneaking peeks at the other and giggling, inching closer together on the cushions. Monty offered her a bite of his coffee flavored concoction. Gretel accepted, getting a bit of cream on her cheek in the process. As Monty tilted forward, napkin in hand, Gretel ogled his chocolate-dusted lips."Do you want to kiss me?" she asked."I have been. “It‘s your lucky day,” I told him. As he moved towards me, I slipped to the floor and rested half up against the tree. “You’re going to fuck me,” I told him as I slipped my hand over my pussy. I was a red hot tart at that precise moment and I grinned as I watched his face display utter disbelief at what I had just told him. “That‘s right,” I confirmed my intentions, “You‘re going to stick that big cock of yours in here!” I pointed to my pussy, then gave it a good feel with two of my fingers.. She had combed her hair back behind her ears with her fingers, and it was still damp. Her golden skin was bright in the room's light, and despite the purple bruise surrounding her left eye, the Asiatic slant of her black eyes gave her an exotic appearance.I had no idea how old Peggy was. I knew she had been living with Bill for at least five years, and Eskimo women usually age rapidly, but her face bore no hint of the wrinkles middle aged Eskimo women usually develop, so I guessed she might.