He was tall and fair-haired, like many Dutch people, but his hair was longish and curly and he didn’t have the severe look that many of his diplomat...c peers did. Johnny liked rock music and dining out. His wife, Lori (short for Lothlorien and she didn’t really know why her parents had called her that) was not tall for a Dutch woman; she was average height, she too had fair, curly hair and she was very slim, with small breasts. It was some sort of national holiday and we were gathered at the. ? I said as I shoved her into the door of the barn. ?Now get those clothes off.?Wild child smiled, thinking that she was going to able to fuck herself out of another jamb, began to do a slow striptease as she began to sway her hips and slowly pop open the snaps of her sleeveless western shirt.?That shit’s not going to work here,? I said as I stepped forward and ripped the shirt open.Clearly shaken, the girl quickly slipped the remains of her shirt off exposing her perfect breasts. She had never. We walked down the corridor towards her room and I was feeling her bum, she put the key in the lock but dropped it as she bent down to pick it up I fondled her tits, and then it was her bum again. We stepped inside the room and I turned her to face me and we were soon kissing, our tongues entwined together. As we snogged I was feeling her breasts and as I moved down to her neck she said “I haven’t had a man for ages but I do masturbate” I completely ignored what she said and started to unbutton. . About my date.I got to the hotel and checked in about four-thirty. It was barely enough time. I had to peel off all the latex and makeup, steam in the shower for half an hour to clear my pores of all the pollutants, and reapply my Deb look. Tom said he liked it at the game last week. I hope he still thinks so. I brushed my teeth and gargled about 20 times to get the butterscotch phlegm out of my throat. I put my new brown wig on, puffed up my curls, and dressed for a night on the town. Then I.