The bed & breakfast overlooked the village green — more typically English would be quite impossible to imagine. Except that the housekeeper in my ol... English Guest-house was actually Hungarian. About 36 - 26 - 36 Hungarian to be more precise, with an accent that was so strong it dripped stereotype continental sexy.We had spoken several times on the phone, so her 'so we meet at last' wasn't as contrived as it sounded when she greeted me at the door. I asked about her accent - "Hungarian" was the. Jane lacht. "Das stimmt, aber der Laden ist gut! Dort habe ich mir meinen Beastmaster geholt, so ein süßer Vibrator, und meine Güte, hat der mich schnell ins Paradies befördert!" Ich kenne ihn nicht", antwortet Marie, "ich habe einen Dildo von dort, die gefallen mir lieber".Janes Augenbrauen wandern langsam hoch. "Wie bitte, du besitzt Sextoys? Das hätte ich dir überhaupt nicht zugetraut! Wirklich?"Marie kichert. "Wieso denn nicht? Nur, weil ich nicht ständig darüber spreche, so wie du es tust?. Can I get you something? Coke, tea, a beer? A coke would be good, he said. Randy was okay looking. Six-one, a little overweight, with that kind of square jaw that makes men look duller than they sometimes really are. I mean he wasnt particularly handsome, at least for my taste, but he had a nice smile and I felt comfortable around him. Just another big dufus guy, like someones big brother. He told me about his job and said hed just gotten off work and had brought home some Goulash hed made at. My hands of their own accord grasp your red mane and I guide you all the way to the base of me cock, my cockhead against the back of your throat, your nose in my pubic hair. I feel the explosion begin in my toes and travel upwards, until it explodes in my brain. I scream out, "Yes, Susan, suck me. Swallow me." You feel the cannon blasts of my come against the back of your throat, some of my seed sliding immediately down your throat, until your mouth is full, and the secondary thrusts remain on.