It seemed to have been modeled on her own house, in miniature.And in her right hand, a smaller plate holding a freshly baked pie with fluffy, flaky cr...st, and a little fork beside it.Hans and Greta looked at their different foods, then at each other, and then back up at Wendy.“A sweet treat for the growing boy” she said, in a perfect Bavarian dialect of German. Then added, “I baked it just this afternoon, along with this savory meat pie for the young lady.”The brother and sister’s mouths fell. We fucked this way for quite some time. It seemed like a half hour, but really I don't know how long. All I can remember is that I had a major climax, as did Jana despite that she had already had another, or perhaps it was two orgasms before this last one. We then fell asleep in each other's arms and spooned most of the night. And, as we both work freelance together, on our own, we slept until noon. Jill called Jana the next day, and was all apologetic and worried that she had caused a rift. Tuva and Anneli were company owners and famous for their designs and frequently worked for Victoria Secret as freelancers and knew all kinds of world famous people including celebrating birthdays with ex-members of Abba and having occasionally sleepovers with the blond Abba lady on her island near Stockholm, I had heard later.I was looking forward to tonight’s season opening party, because that day I had noticed that some other people had arrived as well, and had set up their accommodation on. And with that she started feeling relieved.“Well, goodnight, Karen” I said, “I’d better get to bed”. Karen responded “Do you have to go to bed now?” “I thought we could talk awhile”. I said, “Sure, I was having trouble sleeping anyway” Then I laughed, “Looks like we are going to have our own little pajama party.”I could tell that something was on Karen’s mind. Finally, after a couple of minutes she started.