.. then it’s the staircase to the tower. The tower room is isolated from intruders. Central Michigan is a mixed population. People from all over Eur...pe settled there.Pewamo, and Westphalia, towns south and west of my hometown, are largely German and the rural Germans have a tradition, Brautentführung or kidnapping of the bride. Close friends will at some point “kidnap” the bride after the ceremony, dragging her from bar to bar while the groom tries to find them. The kidnappers might just also. It was a very simple dwelling. It was clear that Fateh did not make much as a rickshaw driver, and I noticed several gifts from ours to Narges -- such as curtains and an old television set -- adorning the hut. We sat down on some raised cushions, set on a mat on the floor in the living room. A small partition separated the "bedroom" from the "living room"."What are you doing here, darling? Are you staying nearby?" Narges asked, as she plonked down next to me."I am here for two days," I replied.. "Are you sure?" August pushed against the door checking to see if it was locked, It was."YES." Bree definitely gasped as she answered.August stepped into the stall next to Bree's, carefully placing her foot on the toilet she lifted herself up to peer over the dividing wall. The sight that greeted her was worth everything that had happened so far this evening.Bree had one hand inside her top squeezing her breasts as her other hand reached under her dress to rub and slap her pussy. Her panties. As she snuggled up close, Doreen whispered in my ear, "You were so gentle and caring during my first time that I think I fell in love with you." I wrapped my arms around her pulling her in tight before she continued, "I've only ever felt this way with one other person, and she is in the other room sleeping off the biggest orgasm that she's ever had in her whole fucking life. All courtesy of you and your selfless love-making."I was going to respond but decided that I would probably say something.