"I wonder how Gloria is!" Out in the cold, I'm afraid, Samantha. It's a Saturday and she gets no favours! Thank heaven it's been reasonably mild. But ...he stupid girl has only herself to blame. If it weren't for all the suffering she's going through I'd order you to cause her more than just a bit of pain when she gets back. But it has been useful in a sense. After she sorted out those three poachers we know they aren't likely to land at the weekend when that lethal, arse kicking mountain goat is. In my way over there, I noticed a girl looking down coming out from the restroom. I shook my head and looked at her, she looked up and saw me. She gave me a shy smile and walked towards me. By the look in her face, I knew she was up to something.Oh yeah sorry, this is Marianne, she is a waitress here and also a bombshell. The only problem is that she doesn’t seem to know or care. She was about 5 feet and 6 inches tall, long straight blond hair that went all the way down to her waist line. Her. Within seconds, she was cumming again, her pussy gushing.I lapped up her juices, and tongue-fucked her cunt as her orgasm subsided. She was very sensitive, so I left her clit alone and just worked my snakelike tongue in and out of her. I savored her wetness. Craving it, thirsty for her. Soon she was so wet, I had not trouble slipping three fingers into her, curving them up and massaging her spongy G-spot. That did it; she screamed and moaned as she came again. I tried to quickly put my mouth. It was May and the weather was perfect for mountains. Only good accommodation that I got there was the house where our earlier branch head was staying. The ground floor was occupied by the land lord and on the first floor it had two apartments. Both were vacant and I took one. The two apartments were inter-connected through a common door (which was locked) connecting the drawing room of both the apartments. The other apartment was also vacant, so I was all alone on this big floor. I used to.