"Yes,," said Trish. "I did. I reckon I was pretty wet so I think I wanted it quite a lot. Would you mind?" Not if you told me all the details afterwar...s." I'm sure I would," she said, "if it had this sort of effect on you." No more was said as they concentrated on a fuck that now was so fierce it could not be held at bay. Trish cried out at the climax and a few moments later Alan emptied himself into her welcoming inner depths. Replete, they quickly fell asleep.Nothing more on this subject was. He whispers, his voice deep and strong, ‘Slip out of your panties. Take them off and let me see you, all of you.’ Without any hesitation, I do as he asks. I feel a little vulnerable but at the same time I feel excited standing there naked before him, particularly because he is still fully clothed. Tenderly, he opens his arms for me and I quickly step into their warmth, feeling his comforting protection. He smells so good and he makes me feel so safe and warm. The roughness of his clothes. I writhed as she finger-fucked my pussy, moaning and gyrating my hips as she frigged me with little, short jabs. I felt her thumb locating the sensitive spot on the underside of my cock and start to make small circles on it. Hannah cooed and murmured encouragement, calling me pretty and hot, saying what a sweet pussy and clit I had. I squealed under her fingers as she slowly took me to the edge. It wasn’t long before I could feel myself building up to a climax, encouraged by Hannah. As I lay. . touristy?”“Yes, that would be what I needed.”“I know just the thing. We have a cookie called Hausfreunde, almond-apricot sandwich cookies dipped in bittersweet chocolate, made specially for Christmas and sold in the Christmas markets. I bet your host’s family would love those. They are favorites of mine. They are expensive. But if you want to Beeindrucken—what you say, impress, your host’s family...”“And you could show me where to buy these cookies in the Christmas market?”“Sicher,.