It was one of those inns one finds everywhere scattered about the French countryside: thatched roof, grazing poultry, the smell of manure, elderly car...takers, bedbugs no doubt, but the Inn Sauvois as you may or may not know possesses a spacious dining hall. To this hall we were led to be met by your Abbess Clarissa who sat serenely in an oak chair outside the heavy doors, wearing the accoutrements of her calling, hands primly folded in her lap, as if she had all the time in the world.I don’t. "You should be a masseuse." she said looking back over her shoulder. "As a matter of fact, I have taSillion a few massage therapy classes." I answered confidently. "Mmmmmmmmm, I can tell." she purred. I was now down to the small of her back, a little nervous as to how to proceed. I decided a conservative approach would be best. I turned around and began to work on her feet. Applying a generous amount of oil, I worked her toes, the pads, insteps and heels. "Oh my god that feels awesome." she. I got deep into her mature pussy, which was by then having fully inflated labia surrounding her love hole. My cock slid down into her love canal. She was still in her convulsions from the previous orgasm, so my dick was met by saluting vaginal walls that pressed hard. The amount of heat & lubrication gave me the feeling that I was opening the doors to heaven. As soon as my 7th inch got in, her motions froze. She was enjoying my entry with all her feelings. He vagina was incredibly smooth &. Amar swamio amake ei katha ta kakhono bole nee. Amake sabai khali chudeche.” Sonali amake joriye dhorlo aar bollo, “Partho, tomake dhannobad. Ami sattee sattee bolchee tumi amake bhalobasho sune ami bhison khushi hoyechee. Cholo eibar amake chodo, ami je khoob boro chodon baj meyechele.” “Dekho Sonali tumi jodi amar songe eirakomer baibohar koro to amiaar tomar songe katha to durer baipar dekha obdi korbo na. Aar eitai amar sesh katha je ami tomake pachando kori aar tomake bhalobashi.” “aare ab.