The clerk quickly found one in my size. He smirked as I put it on my head, "It makes you look very Swiss, sir." I grunted.I pointed to a rack of sheep...skin jackets. "Do those have inner pockets?" I asked."Indeed they do sir, a lovely choice," The obsequious clerk made washing motions with his hands in true kiss ass European style."Give me a forty-six regular in American size, I don't know what your sizing system is over here."Ah yes, sir, I have your size on this rack. Do you wish a tight fit. And then I remembered. I was about to ask him what wasup when I heard the tapping sound again. Someone was knocking on thedoor of the cabin, and I realized that we'd slept in. Oh crap!I lay back down and pulled the warm blankets up around me one lasttime, and scanned the room again. The red-and-white checked bedroomcurtains were brightly illuminated by dappled sunshine streamingthrough the trees outside. Thank God - the storm was over and niceweather was back!Then I heard Mark's voice talking. I had tortured this poor girl enough. I was going to give her the first of what I expected to be many orgasms in the near future. I started ramming now. The whimpering got louder and now became full voice moans. Knowing all too well her screams of ecstasy when she came, I reached over and grabbed the dildo I had thrown there earlier, then bending forward, guided it to her mouth. The tip touched her lips and she slammed her mouth shut in resistance. Her nostrils flared trying to handle the. I guess they don't sew buttons on as well as they used to," she giggled out as she popped one button after another off of Pixie' s new dress. "I hope you kept the receipt. And what is this? Another little bag of pixie dust. We will have to be careful with this because we know how it makes things swell up. Like that puppy picture perhaps." "No, Onion stole the rest of that bag so he could blame his big picture on me," Pixie interjected. "Well I can't take the risk that you have ground up.