There, surrounded by fields of red and purple columbine, was a white wooden cottage. When I knocked on the door, a barefooted blond in a glimmering bl...e dress and matching blue eyes answered it. Her skin was fair and flawless. She had me instantly spellbound. ‘Good evening,’ I said starting at a lurch, ‘Can you help me?’ I briefly explained my predicament. When I finished she reached out and put her soft hand on my cheek. Her warmth spread through me in giddy waves. ‘I can,’ she said, ‘but it’s. I had eaten my fill and put the plate aside on the coffee table. Pet quickly swept it up and took it back to the kitchen. Her hips swayed seductively beneath her robe. My cock began to throb, pulsing back to life at the sight of her firm, round rump. She returned and sat across my lap. "Mmmm," she said with a smile on her lips as she shifted her ass around on my cock. I felt her hot breath on my neck, followed by her hot lips. I ran my hands along her inner thigh, savoring the heat of her. That evening was a very hot and steamy evening for us both. He tried to kiss me many times, I would turn away, but not knowing why. I would love to feel his black lips on mine, I guess I was just scared. He sucked on my ear and neck profusely, he gave me a hickey on the neck that night and I proudly wore it till it subsided. Good byes were hard that night because of all the uncertainties of our next meeting. We hugged warmly for a long while and he said, " I do love you so much. I am going to. Slightly musty, but it would have to do. There was an equal mix of fear and devilment inside her. For a moment she considered smartening herself up... but why, for heaven's sake? Would that be respectful... or just plain provocative?She went to the bathroom to check her face. She found it difficult to look herself in the eye, but she had to. Face to face with the evil witch, the siren, the harlot. She fussed with her hair, using her fingers to tidy the straggled strands of blonde hair. She went.