To be honest, I remember little of what I ate, save only that it was delicious, as always. The starter contained ciabatta bread and roasted sweet pepp...rs, that much I remember, although it may have been focaccia, rather than ciabatta. The main course was chicken, definitely chicken, cooked with cream, wine, garlic and herbs – simple ingredients, but the combination of flavours was superb. Forced to describe the sweet, I would have to say, some kind of cheesecake, with berries, lots of berries,. .hey! Why weren't your firstwords something like 'that's a crazy theory, Maya?'" Can I ...ask a favor?" Cassandra whispered."Sure, hun, what is it?" Don't say what you said to anyone else. I'm begging you. When Imake sense of things, I'll tell you if I can. I promise. But PLEASEkeep this between you and me." Wait! Are you saying it's true?" Maya's mouth couldn't have hungopen wider.Cassandra didn't answer. Instead she gathered her paintings andmaterials and bolted to the studio's glass. My hands had also pulled her panties down to her ankles and her bare ass was displayed to a few cars passing by around 100 km/h, probably heading towards the lake another 30 minutes away.Her cunt was dripping wet, she was so aroused, and I can feel her lust taking control of her body. She stood up and faced towards me, her eyes were hypnotizing, I couldn’t help myself. I ripped her buttoned shirt open and let it glide down her arms. The only thing left on her was her bra, but it wasn’t long. She cleaned up first, and it was cold going out but we hit the tub. The steam was coming up, but the water was so hot. We made out and played around in the tub for about an hour. she was between my legs, and I was playing with her tits, and pussy while she sipped champagne and and leaned back to give me kisses. It was getting intense so we headed into the house. The dash to the door was a big chill in towels. At the time there was a light snow, and about 1/2" on the deck. We went back by the.