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I met Countess Isolde from Leckwitz via Marsha, on 18. June a few years ago.Like many people who put some change, Ms. Gräfin took care of some, more or less talented young artists. Everyone can imagine the point of view of their protégés. If that from L.
To a young ballet eleven said: “You can do me the future of the young hopper was almost certain, provided that he forgot his good education, stretched out his Tongue far out and used them.
One of the few female protégés was Marsha. Mrs. Countess had eaten a fool on her, loved her bubbling ideas and aligned all of her celebrations, including the birthdays, then asked for the Princess at the summer residence of the princess.
Marsha told the countess about my stories and at an advanced hour I was Isolde from l. In their private pickers. “So you write? Already published something? Would you like to drink something? Sit down!“She pushed a glass of wine into my hand.
“Very dry! Couteaux de Champenoix from our Gut En France. Enjoy! where was I?”. She massaged her forehead. “Oh yes! Make it something if I get a little CAMPORD?“She sank to the large black leather sofa and pulled it Feet To the upholstes.
“It is warm here, you don’t find it too?”.
I sipped on my glass and nodded. “Yes, it will be …”. “Yeah, they celebrate, I can no longer get off my age! What did you want to say?“She let her white silk stola slide off her shoulders.
“I mean …”.
“What did you say? None of them en public yet? I think you need some support, or?”. She straightened up and turned Mirden back too. “Come, I die from heat, help me out of my dress.“She pointed to her back on the zip of her ball gown. “You won’t mind underwear to see, or?“She smiled at me with her big brown eyes.
I shook my head and was silent.
“What did you say?“She kept her blond -scorned curls up on the back of the neck. When I was asked, I smiled and zip the zipper up to her PO approach. “I didn’t say anything, Ms. Countess.” “No? Oh right.“She peeled out of the fabric cover and let her fall carelessly.
“… And let this silly“ Mrs. Countess! Name me “iSy”, like everyone else.“Your hands plucked on bra and at the front of the slip.
The underwear reminded me a little of the glamor girls of the 60s. Feder fluffy. She put her silk stola around her shoulders again, pulled the ownerless white stockings up and turned in front of me on her plateau High Heels. “Well, how do I like you?”I was speechless.
She had to be around 50, but had the figure and the skin of a 30-year-old. Long Legs, slim, Hardly wrinkles, everything in the right place and where it was necessary, a little more wobbled. “I’m excited!“, It slipped out of me.
The countess enjoyed my eyes and started an additive in slow motion. “This is very good, Marc, because they should describe me! What do you think of it?““ “You think only your body?” “Yes, that is exactly what I mean!I have in oil, on a high gloss and a tenor even devoted me to a song.
I still lack something written in my collection.““ Well, Iy, as you want. I do it! Although, … I would prefer a description of the person.”” I have every day … in all cheese leaves ..
Sometimes I even recognize myself, ”she laughed. “Don’t worry, Marc, I will help you. You will experience me, experience my body.
We start with it, “ISY raised her count’s butt from the upholstery and pulled the panties forward,“ that you first look closely at everything.“She pushed the slip on the floor to the side and slowly opened her legs.
“Come, Marc, it is open,” she smiled at me and was royally amused about my hesitation. “I don’t bite, they kneel in front of me, stroke me!“Her hand arranged the hairy mess over and next to her princely grotto. The pink portal, somewhat open, lured in the middle of the sovereign dark wood.
Fixed hot meat trembled under my touch. No matter where and how I stroked, touched, massaged, firm or gentle, ifsy was laid back in the upholstery groaned lustfully with closed eyes, walled under my hands.
She had long since had my upper body between her thighs. Due to my shirt, hot wetness urged to my skin and with the growing pressure in my pants, the overflow valve opened there too.
ISY struggled wildly on jacket and shirt and I could just open the top button and the fly that the clothes are already behind the sofa. A short time later my pants followed and with a safe hand she pushed me inside. She squeaked with pleasure and suddenly tore, I was hardly retracted, her eyes open, pressed her opened mouth on my chest and clawed her fingernails in my butt.
She pressed, sucked, bumped, pulled back and held against it when it shot hot into her.
Slowly her fingernails loosened from my muscles and her hands stroked my back. Her brown eyes, small and dreamy, smiled up to me satisfied. “Oh Marc, if you are so good with everything, I look forward to your written.“Another fleeting kiss on my chest and we loosened.
With the count’s business card in my pocket and wiggling legs, I was wrong through the crowd. No Mars-ha, far and wide.
Instead, a blond beauty plucked me on my sleeve. A perfect copy of your Mother. “You have to be Marc and look for Marsha, that’s right?“Slewing, two funny eyes blinked at me. “I am Nela von Leckwitz and she asked me to bring her to her.“She grabbed my hand and pulled me through the crowd.
When we are the park -like Garden reached, she let go of me and turned to me.
“Marc, you are looking for stories. Would you like to hear some of me? My experiences?“Before we went on, I had the second of Leckwitz card in my pocket. Nela disappeared and Marsha loved me. She sniffed on my shirt and stroked her hand over the damp fabric, grinned.
“Oh, you were at ISY!“She pulled my mouth on her and looked for my tongue, but only briefly. “Should you write for them?” I nodded. “It can be very generous if you sit down with its idiosyncrasies and accept them as it is.“She turned to me and pushed herself close to me. “But be careful not to suck everything out of you!“Your hand grabbed my pants.
“Seems as if she had already done it,” she grinned, “I get something tonight too?“I nodded and laughed. “Let’s see what can be done. Don’t wait a few people for you?” “Oh damn! My personal guests.“She hastily pulled me on. “We have to go to the pavilion.
Come!”
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