Da lag sie wieder, dieses blonde Flittchen. Schon öfter hatte er sie in ihrem Hausgarten beim Sonnebaden gesehen. Sie schlief, und hielt eine Zeitsch...ift noch in der Hand. Neben ihr stand eine Wodkaflasche mit einem halbleeren Wasserglas. Wenn sie so den Schnaps getrunken hatte, dann war sie vielleicht schon breit. Ihr Körper war perfekt, schlank und gebräunt.Sinan näherte sich langsam, noch durch Gebüsch gedeckt. Von den Nachbargrundstücken aus konnte er nicht gesehen werden, hinter Büschen. And if they wanted to go with him, of course.That left this huge pile of money being drooled on by half of the town, it seemed, and guarded by the Commander’s men. Now what?Of course some of them wanted Lord Jason’s opinion on what to do next.“My opinion? My opinion is that I’m a nobody. I have no authority and no responsibility. I’ll give advice, though. I love to give advice.”That got some laughs. I made that speech every time anyone asked me what they should do, at least once a week. I. I started to run as fast as I could and he started to run as fast as he could.SM: And?SL: The only logical thing happened. He reached me.SM: Oh, dear! What did you do?!SL: The only logical thing to do. I lifted my dress up.SM: Oh, Sister! What did the man do?SL: The only logical thing to do. He pulled down his pants.SM: Oh, no! What happened then?SL: Isn't it logical, Sister? A nun with her dress up can run faster than man with his pants down.And for those of you who thought it would be dirty,. One hand was caressing my tits and pinching my nipples. His other hand had traveled to my pussy and was rubbing my clit. I was turning into a melting pile of limpness at his touch. His fingers made their way into my sopping pussy, thrusting in and out. “Inside” he whispered against my mouth. “I need to get you inside”. I wasted no time. I grabbed him by the front of the shirt and led him in. The towel still laid on the ground. Inside my bedroom, I turned to face him. I yanked his shirt over his.