He immediately placed one arm around her shoulders, stretching the other across his lap to rest on her knee. She reached down and slid her fine white ...ingers under his palm, and let her hand rest on his. His touch was so familiar to her now. She leaned against his body and breathed in his smell – a vague combination of bergamot and tobacco flower. She had never asked him the name of his cologne. She thought if she knew what it was she might go to the nearest department store each day and waste. Jake was again full of disdain, but my mother - in line with the traditions in her home country - had bought a 'consolation gift' that I could give Jake in addition to the present for Emma, and that went down well. Possibly especially because there hadn't been such a gift for Emma on Jake's birthday. Perhaps I am making him worse than he was, but on subsequent birthdays of Jake's (which fell in September) I would always have a small something for Emma too and I remember him reacting badly to. Occasionally she thought she saw bluffs off in thedistance, but the fog was too thick to tell. It was always foggy in The City,but nothing like this bleak countryside. She had always fantasized as a childwhat the world looked like outside the city walls and now found herself gravelydisappointed. She wasn't sure what she was expecting, after all, thecobblestone streets and small, identical brick houses of the city streets wereall she was ever seen. The gate to The City was tall and carefully. Ooo, no underwear. I'm liking what I see. Very well kept, baby. Spread your legs a little more, let me see the pink area between those fleshy lips. Good, Avery. Tilt your head back. Oh, your nipples are getting hard & I see a glazed area on your pussy. Are you getting wet, Avery dear? Don't stop, keep it up. Get wet for me, I want to see what you look like all wet. OOo, spreading your legs wider for me, I see. I like it, I like it. Hold your thighs apart with your hands and bite.