A beautiful 18-year-old Swiss girl named Heidi asks me to put her up for the night, is obviously completely comfortable being near me and touching me ... even kissing me (albeit, chastely). She is a physically captivating woman. When we touch, I feel like a character in some idiotic teenage love song from the Fifties (which I remember, with chagrin). And even as I prepare two mugs of hot tea, she is in my bathroom, taking off her clothes and getting into the shower where she will work up a rich,. Eventually, she gave up trying and sat back in her seat. 'so you like the wet look then?' She asked. I grinned a reply, Karen laughed at me. 'Pervert.' She said. 'right now, I want to touch them!' I said. I could see patches on her blouse that had dried out, but her breasts were still visible. 'so why don't you?' She said, leaning slightly forward. Quickly, I looked around the room just to make sure no-one was too close. I moved my chair closer, and with my right hand I reached out to touch. Next came thecrustke of clothing and she laid her blouse over the coffee table shortly followed by her bra, her large titles with big aureoles seeming to invite my kisses as I gently nibbled her nipples which brought a soft sigh from her. About five minutes later she removed a battered old towel from behind the settee and placed it under her shapely backside. “What,s that for?” I asked naively. “Thought you might want to play with Kitty for a while.” she smiled. “If you make her very happy I. ”“The details don’t matter to me!”, the dryad screamed! “My friends and family are in danger, because of her! She will be taken back to seek judgement, and no one will stop me!”I laughed and said, “Judgement? Are you kidding me? You want a scapegoat, but don’t worry judgement will happen, though not as you expect.”“The boy is right girl,” came a voice from behind Kat’ilth’ana, causing her to turn and draw a dagger in preparation to defend herself.“Lord Tyr, I apologize for my intrusion,” she.