" "Oh, I write poetry, too," Jenny said. "I've written two books." "Really, you've published," I said, turning to her. "I'd love to see your work." "I...d like to see yours, too," she said. "Maybe we can have a private reading later," she added. "A poetry rendezvous." She smiled at me, looking seductively at my eyes. "I think that could be arranged seeing that your room is just across the hall," I said, smiling back at her. "Yes," she said. "I'd like that. I could sneak into your room while. “Imagine yourselves no longer at a resort with cocktails, tables and chairs with electric lighting and comforts of civilization, but instead you are spying in some way on villagers deep in the jungle. These villagers live a simple life, uncomplicated by technology, geopolitical struggles between regions or countries, or the constant drive for success that our capitalistic systems create. These people are driven by simple, basic, and generationally supported traditions of their society. Imagine. Ich musste nicht die Treppe hochsteigen, denn gerade aus hing neben der Türe wieder ein dunkelrotes Sc***d mit goldenen Lettern. Ich ging die paar Schritte zur Tür und drückte auf den Knopf der goldenen Türklingel. Drinnen hörte ich einen Gong und kurz darauf kam eine Frau von ungefähr 35 Jahren mit blonden Haaren und bat mich herein. „Kommen Sie rein. Hier entlang“. Sie führte mich rechts und dann wieder die erste Türe links in einen Raum. Ich bekam an Hand mehrerer weiblicher Stimmen noch. They hardened as I ran my fingers in light circles around them. I pinched them, lightly at first. Kathy arched her back. It was her turn to moan. Harder, she told me. I pinched and twisted them and she she moaned louder, telling me she was going to cum. Harder, she kept begging me. She pushed back into me as she came, moaning and whimpering as her body whole body shook against mine. I stood to turn the water off and helped her up. I couldn't wait the 10 seconds to return to her bed. .