As usual we started talking about work, interrupted by some colleagues saying hi and chipping in. The conversation took an unexpected turn when I look...d for my phone, panicking that I lost it. I emptied my pockets and there were two tickets for an arts exhibition. "You like art? But you are in Accounting!" she giggled. I hit back "I need the boredom of accounting to counterbalance my artistic imagination!". It was probably not the most exciting exhibition. Photography of ost-Soviet architecture. Seeing a young couple in the log ahead, the wife looked back at her husband with a knowing smile.They knew how it would happen for them. The girl would snuggle back against her guy, pulling his arms around her, feeling his excitement grow against her. In the forest’s dim light they’d kiss, their hearts beating with the rapidity of the pre-recorded cricket chirps.That night they would ride no other ride, progressing further with every trip through the mountain, kissing becoming fondling,. ”Philippa led Jason to a heavily guarded portal in a basement of the house. One of the guards punched the buttons and they found themselves in the atrium of Ouma Chatzke’s house. A butler who was unfamiliar to Jason, welcomed them to the home. They were warmly welcomed by Ouma Chatzke and were immediately served breakfast. She was in her human form and was a strikingly beautiful woman like her daughters. She was dressed in a simple but severe business suit.“Jason I suggest a light breakfast, as. Placing one last kiss on her lips, he quickly dropped to his knees and pulled up the hem of her dress, ducking under and fulfilling that image that had quickly flashed in his mind when he’d slapped her ass earlier. Her legs widened slightly and allowed him a perfect view of her uncovered sex. She hadn’t worn the hindering under garments that he often ended up destroying in his haste to have her. ‘I’m tired of replacing my finer garments. This way there’s nothing for you to ruin.’ Her voice.