She called me from the bedroom to tell me we would be late for dinner.I could smell the faint scent of Natasha’s perfume when I got out of the showe... and walked into the bedroom to find Natasha stood in her cream satin underwear. As I put my shirt on, I felt my cock stiffening as I watched her take her black pencil skirt out of the wardrobe and slide it over her stockinged legs till the tight satin traced the outline of her hips.She saw me watching: “Do you like?” she asked, with a cheeky smile. Next thing I felt was her grabbing y cock and moving her hand up and down ‘I love your cock too’ is it as powerful as it looked? I laughed hard.. one way to find out….. I pushed her off my body and turned her face down. I kissed from the back of her neck to the pane of her back. She moaned softly then slowly I moved to the checks of her ass.. “what the hell do you think you are doing? She asked raising her head to look at me, with my right hand I pushed her back to the bed.. ‘Just sit back. She took me in her car to her house outside the little town, surrounded by a big garden with flowers and berry bushes. Her living room had two large couches on the thick carpet in front of the TV. After we sat down, we talked about our lives during the past years, and then she wanted to know why I finally came to visit her. I had thought about my answer to such question before and told her honestly that I missed her and that I had not yet found real intimacy with another woman.That got a. She knew she would go along with Christabel's notions; she always did, though usually more as observer than active participant. "Three days. What are you planning to do?"Christabel smiled. "First we're going to have tea and sandwiches, and talk. Later... you'll see."They sat on the patio, having tea and sandwiches, and Abigail thought everything seemed normal, She was starting to feel a little relieved, maybe a little disappointed, when she noticed something odd."Where's the house staff,.