Make up stood on shelves with violet and rose water scents in small perfume bottles with old fashioned squeeze bulbs. Everything shouted 18th Century ...t her. The tapestries on the walls depicting hunting scenes from several hundred years ago, the heavy brocade bed cover, all came from the period.The owner of the soft knock peered around the edge of the door and introduced herself as Rose. She was tiny. Her small feet were crammed into tiny velvet slippers, her small head bobbed from under a. It will hurt. But just. Don’t shout and don’t reject me my love” I said. She smiled and hugged me to her, spreading her thighs wide. By then her clitoris sprung up, and I bent down tasking it between my teeth and gently started teasing it. She was utteri8ng sounds that I could not understand, except “Babu. babu. More” And I complied willingly, slurping away her juices. I now got up stripped and as she me totally without a stitch, and my prick in all its manhood glory, she got up and held it in. But you’ve got magnificent tits, so firm and proud. Very kissable.”“Would you like to kiss them?”“Would you like them to be kissed?”As her hands cupped her breasts, she said, “I always like them being nuzzled.”I put my camera down and step across the threshold. As her nipples hardened in my mouth, a low purr vibrated her throat.Her head was thrown back, eyes closed and mouth partly open as I kissed that purr. I drew small circles with the tip of my tongue on her exposed throat. And she opened. I went out with this guy a few times and all of a sudden, you had competition." What you're saying is that he's better in bed than I am." No, he is not. He is also not my first cousin. I like him a lot and we are kind of exclusive. Don't hate me!" Couldn't hate you for taking care of yourself. I have a new flame, too." The one from the club dance?" Yep. That's her." Is she better in bed than I am?" She teased."No. Well, maybe." Going to keep her?" Glad you called because I wondered about.