"But I have to admit, now that I'm awake my pussy is pretty hungry." Good," Beth said, tapping her toe impatiently as she watched the younger blonde p...ll her shorts and shirt on without bothering with her underwear. "If you're that hungry for cock maybe you'll get ready faster." I'm ready, I'm ready," Mary said as she slipped into her flip-flops and turned to face her counselor. "Are you sure you want to rush out there like this? What's Ben going to think if you let him see how anxious you are. . Marie de Solle, now known as Madam van Berkamp, huddled in the coach as it bumped and swayed along the deeply rutted road through the dark Bavarian forest. She hugged her arms to her sides, sinking into the fine leather seat, wrapping the thick furs around her. Her petite figure and tiny, porcelain face were barely visible below the piles of blankets and exquisite furs. The chill in the air that penetrated her shawl and full length coat was eclipsed only by the numbness she felt at her. We started to talk on hangouts, I asked for her pic. And she sent a pic, I thought that might me fake, but I asked her for video call, and when I saw her, I was jaw drop, she was damn beautiful. We started to talk more and more , slowly we started to talk on call. Then after some days we started to share personal stuff and she told me was getting bored of her current boyfriend and then slowly topic changed into sex and we started having phone sex and exchanging nude pics.Then we met for the. Now, I'm not comfortable discussing her. Would you change the subject?"The meals and drinks came and they tried to make small talk. It was difficult not coming back to Sharmila. It was, after all, what they most had in common.As 1 o'clock came around, Mary hastened to go. It had been an unsatisfactory meeting. Mary was preoccupied and it was difficult finding a subject that didn't mention Sharmila. Jake, however, had to have one last chance at striking up some friendship."What are you doing.