What she had was a whole lot of super exciting sex appeal that started down on her shocking red toenails and went all the way up to her shimmering gol...en blonde hair that invited you to grab it and pull until she cried "Uncle!"The first time I was fortunate enough to navigate up Jill's vaginal channel until I grounded hard on her giving cervix, I understood what the word "tight" actually meant. The base of my happy dick was being squeezed so hard by her seldom opened lips that my ejaculation. My heart leapt into my throat. It was pulsing as I pulled it out and quickly looked at the message. It was from Mark. I remember pleading with the device for the message to be one I wanted to hear. ‘I’m five minutes away, are you there? What’s my girl looking like?’ I smiled. The relief I felt at seeing his words filled me with a thrill I had not experienced in a long time. I started tapping my return message to Mark. ‘I’m here, can’t wait to see you, I’m the lady in red! See you soon xxx’ I. Bend down on my knees saying “Let me be your servant”. With your approving nod I close my eyes and let the sweet smell of your pussy guide me to the promise land. Once there I take the scent in like fresh breeze in spring. Gnawing from the outsides of your panties until I can taste your juices seeping through unto my lips.Suddenly the stall door opens; in my response I lay on my knees and use my left hand to move your panties aside. The door closes as they observed our love activities and my. We sent for you soon after.’ Maggie held her hands out to the fire and watched it closely, never looking at Cien. ‘Do you remember how she clothed herself?’ Cien shook his head, but stopped. ‘Aye, she was wearing a strange fashion of breeches and a strange tunic. Her boots were odd as well.’ He shrugged. ‘Her mother is English and her father a Lowlander. I thought that excuse enough for her oddities.’ Maggie didn’t say anything for a long time. Only sitting close to the fire on the small stool,.