She used to ask me which color panty and underwear shall I wear. But we were within limits and never exchanged pics.Here comes the change in the story...One day she texted me that her marriage has been fixed. The dates were after three months. She told me that from now on we won’t be chatting all dirty things. It would not be good as she was getting married. I agreed to it and said okay we won’t do it from now.We didn’t chat for almost 2 months now after her marriage got fixed. But I knew that. They neared Salzburg and Tamara started to grow anxious. She never seemed to stay anywhere long, and every place she’d gone had involved fear and doubt, and more than a few times, an intimate relationship, as well.Her family hadn’t been the only thoughts keeping her awake. Ingrid’s eyes pierced hers in light dreams, and Tamara awoke a few times to find her pussy drooling to the images. She’d resisted getting off, but as they got closer to Salzburg, she wished she’d have gotten her arousal. I’ll be there shortly.”“Okay, mistress.”“Good. See you soon.” June hung up without waiting for Gayle to speak again.Autumn, who had been eavesdropping on June’s phone call, came bouncing down the stairs.“What do you want to talk to Gayle about?” She asked June.“Well! Not even a hello first. And why do you have clothes on when we’re here alone?”“I’m sorry, mistress. I was lying down and fell asleep. I just woke up when I heard you come in.” Autumn replied as she was taking off her clothes.June. Then again, Tom knew Brin wasn’t the only one who’d acted strangely this morning. Before she’d jolted him out of his catnap, Tom had been in the middle of a disturbing dream. In the dream, Tom was reclining on the sofa with Lexi standing between his knees, her back to him. His wife had on a very short black skirt that hugged her ass beautifully and a silky blouse that clung to her curves. She was performing a slow striptease for him. Actually, this was more than a simple striptease - it was a.