" said Paul. "We have our own business to attend to. Where exactly do intend to travel? How long do you intend to stay?" Well we intend to travel nort..., wish to trade furs with the tribes in the lands there. How long we stay I cannot say, we trade until all our goods are gone and we have enough to turn a profit. Who knows we may sell it all in the first village and return within a month, or we may have to spend the winter here and not return for a year."Paul thought about it "As I said we have. .." Come to me when it's time."I could hardly hear her last words."Jazz? Jazz?"Nothing. Only the darkness and silence."Carlos, can you hear me?" Jazz?" But it wasn't her voice. It was another voice, strangely familiar."No, sweetheart. Not Jazz. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."I heard sobbing. Then more silence.Something was touching my hand. It was warm and soft. It was a hand, a female hand. But it wasn't Jazz's hand. It was someone else. I had the sense that the hand had been there for a long. They’re making me so fucking wet. Get them out; I want to show them to you. Then I want you to stick them back in and fuck me hard.’I got up to get rid of my clothes and quickly one of her hands reached out to inspect the merchandise. She groaned as she touched a cock that seemed to have been made out of platinum, it was that hard.‘You have missed me,’ she said while she tugged on my cock.I leant behind her again and starting going down on her pussy and arse. I wanted to keep the beads in for a. The mother slid off her daughter and I admired her large breasts and for a moment tried to determine if they were real or produced under the hands of a skilled surgeon. "I'll get it honey, you stay here and enjoy the sun." I busied myself with the work on the kitchen window to avoid being detected by the mother. She rushed in and picked up the phone as it rang again. She had a short conversation with what I presumed was her husband. She seemed upset that he'd be late coming home but ended.