Bimi had laughed at this, and declared that Clara was romanticizing what were merely very old and rare trees, but Clara would not be dissuaded. She h...d been in this wood in particular several times before, she enjoyed this more quiet corner of the country and had spent much time in its villages. She knew there were several heart trees in the depths, and she allowed her instinct to guide her to it as she made her way through the trees. A squirrel darted in front of her feet, and she smiled to. Whilst he was getting ready she had grabbed the camera to film it. She said afterwards she had felt guilty and that is when she told her friend what had happened and her friend had come up with the idea that she suck/fuck me. I of course was angry, but couldn’t remain angry for long as I remembered her friend giving me a blow job and fucking me. My wife asked if I wanted to carry on watching the video. I was in two minds, but curiosity got the better and I said yes. The video started up again.. " "What the hell?" Johnny muttered to himself. He thought for a moment before walking inside. He caught sight of the wizard behind the counter and immediately demanded, "What the heck happened to Waldenbooks?" he was so focused on trying to determine what had changed his cherished routine, he hadn't even taken time to look around at the strange array of items that surrounded him. Now, slowly, he took it all in, asking, "What the hell is this place?" The wizard smiled, "Ah, curiosity. Something. He could not see Jutta’s face well in the partial darkness, but he could see enough to sense her fear, as well as her desire. He hesitated. “Scopami,” she whispered. “Scopami come una puttana.” The Count let out a chuckle, unsure if Jutta really meant and understood to say, “fuck me like a whore,” or if once again he was experiencing Maria’s handiwork. But he would comply, either way. He worked the fist-sized head against her opening. Between her long excited state and his artful cunnilingus,.