She had been picking flowers and had wandered into the woods. She was very pretty, her long curly golden hair tied back from her freckled face with bl...e ribbons, skipping along in a short, pale blue, lace-edged dress so occasionally her yellow knickers were visible in the dappled shade of the trees. As she went her large breasts bounced with each jump of her beautiful, if slightly podgy legs, covered up to the knees with long, white socks with frills at the top going into black buckled. I wonder if his mind’s gone to the same place mine has. Somewhere against the wall downstairs. I look up at him and he looks like he wants to say something, his eyes burning. “I’m sorry about the other night Chanel.” Ah. So we are on the same page. My mouth opens slightly, but I don’t really know what to say. I think he knows how I feel about it. My eyes search the room, and I take a deep breath. “I can’t say I’m not angry. But I forgive you. It was a mistake,” I say, and he doesn't speak.. My orgasm exploded, and I mean exploded, out of me. I gasped loudly as it ripped its way out and washed itself away with the water. The intensity made me collapse onto the shower floor. My legs opening slightly as I relaxed. My toy slipped from my clit and started to fall. I grasped it quickly before it hit the floor. I was breathing heavily and my thighs were still twitching as I switched it off. I finally raised myself into the full flow of the water and started to breath a little more. "Thomas returned with an older woman with dark brown hair with wisps if gray in her bun wearing an elegant maroon gown that flowed as she walked. "Andrew! Good to see you again!" she exclaimed."And you as well Miss Lenore," said Andrew."And you must be Winnifred! Miss Polly wrote me all about you." Yes, ma'am," said Winnie, blushing slightly."I'm Miss Lenore and welcome to the Fallon Hotel. You've met Thomas, our doorman and head of security." Welcome ma'am," he said, his deep voice washing.