So on 24th May we set off to Kasauli (a hill station). We drove by my bike as she loves to have a bike ride. It’s one hour drive. While on the way s...e was hugging me tightly and touching her boobs with my back stiffly. She was kissing me on my neck on the way, biting my shoulder which was kinda kinky and awesome. She also pressed my penis in between but for a few sec at a time. Finally we reached Kasauli. The weather at Kasauli was very pleasant on that day. We roamed around the city, went to. 'I'll need to have a shower first' and turned back around to face Joe, he motioned me to go over to him and held his finger up to his lips to tell me to be quiet. I noticed his legs where wide apart and he was slouched, but I didn't need to be close to see the bulge through his jeans, he grabbed me by the hips and I straddled him on the sofa, he gently pushed up and pulled my down in the same motion, Joe started to kiss my neck and little warm licks every now and then, my nipples pinged as he. George decided to politely introduce himself to the young lady. "Hello I am George Ripley Farmer Johnson's new farm hand". Then he shook the young lady's hand.The young lady looked and George and she politely replied "Nice to meet you George my name is Erica Johnson I am Farmer Johnson's daughter would you like a cup of coffee?" George nodded yes then Erica got a coffee cup handed it to George and then filled it with hot black coffee.After drinking his first cup of black coffee Erica poured. "This is where I get to live, Sandra-Mommy?" Yes, honey," she said sweetly. "Just as soon as we get you changed."She led me to the basement and directed me to strip off all my clothes andstand in the middle of a pentagram that was painted on the floor. There wasa large altar in front of the pentagram, covered with candles, incense,thick, ancient-looking books, keys, a crystal ball and a host of otherobjects.The stone walls of the old basement were damp and slimy; the candlesprovided the only.