Her mid thigh length skirt had ridden up showing a glimpse of her bright raspberry red panties as she lay prone on the bed legs spread. Resting on her...elbows her designer bra containing her E cup 44" breasts were now clearly visible down the top of her jacket. He persuaded her to undo the buttons. Five minutes later she had been charmed out of her jacket and skirt. The poses started off modest and sensual. After a few relaxing glasses of wine she had the gusset of her knickers pulled to one. I think I killed him.”“What do you mean you killed him!” I exclaimed.She said, “Well I was feeling a bit down and he was so nice when he walked me home I decided to invite him into my room. One thing led to another and now he’s dead.”“Hold on,” I said. “You mean he died after having sex with you”“During,” she said.I said, “Oh Mary, I’m so sorry. What an awful thing to happen.”“I mean he was doing so well and he gave me such a nice orgasm I decided to suck his cock. Apparently that was too. The way she was throwing her body around her halter dress probably couldn’t have contained them if they were any bigger. Her short skirt flared out as she danced; sometimes if she tossed her hips just right, we could see the ass cheeks not covered by her thong.As she headed toward her table when her last partner pooped out, Wallace approached her and led her back out onto the dance floor. The first dance was a fast one, and Wallace gave me a wink as he checked out her cleavage and bouncing. "We can't ask you to..." The Barmaid began to speak."I am a hunter by trade. I know how to track animals." I shrugged. "I take it he was traveling by wagon?" There was no other reason to go to Stonehills then trading. It was a mining town just off the north road. I had been to Stonehills a few times with my friends who's family runs a mill to drop off lumber they would use for support beams in the mines. If he was anything like my buddy the gnome had stopped to stay the night at the.