Hiding behind a curtain in the dark hallway. The upper floors empty of staff, residents, and revelers. Just hoped it wasn’t some kind of orgy, sexual shenanigans appeared to be a New Year's Tradition in these parts. I headed inside the nearest one and found one empty stall remaining. It was then a large group of women came in and gathered around the sinks and side tables waiting their turn.

I moved through the woods as silently as I could. Not that it matters for the late night, actually early morning now, New Year's partiers we’re totally oblivious to anything going on around them. Now on these types of schemes, once I learn where my potential victims are staying, if I had a choice, I prefer them to be staying at a hotel. Which they usually are in these types of affairs. The American couple I had met certainly would be. She pulled out a cigarette and asked if I had a light. I hesitated, then pulled out my square lighter and easily lit it. She guided my hand to her mouth. Her eyes were looking int mine, exploring. I felt her fingers subtlety caress my wrist.I pulled my hands away, allowing them the liberty to feel through her hair, examining also her earrings, feeling along the hinged clasps to get a feel for what I was about to do... She went onto her tippy toes and planted a kiss upon my mouth. I responded by adding my tongue to the party.

But I could not see how It could be done. So I chased the teasingly tempting thought out of my head. In the reflection of the mirror, she saw me, recognized who she thought I was(new neighbor), and looked at me with sad, large puppydog-like, questioning eyes. Keeping in the shadows I moved for a look. Thinking that the pretty family had not stayed long after the new year had been rung in. Should ‘ave brought my nieces over to play with you..” Ginny chirped to the happy Lass, who answered by cooing out some words in an unknown toddler language. It was only a thought I had when I saw you out here walking alone, remembering the story of the games you play with your brother, did I do ok?”.The brunette was also looking down at her mink, acting like I was finished with her. Some persuasion was going to be needed with this one. I was watching her, deciding what to do next, when a soft gloved hand unexpectedly rested on my shoulder.

Emma answered with a giggle. “ He was telling her he wanted to see other women. But she is not supposed to he dancing with other men, especially handsome ones like you!” The lady in blue was standing in the side of the dancefloor, her posture told me she was both sad and dejected. He was butt naked. His John Thomas looks like the head of a tortoise partially retracted inside a shell. She was wearing sleek purple satin lingerie. Her jewellery had all been taken off.But a gold mask-wearing bloke from another table approached her before I had half risen and began talking to her. I learned then that her name was Emma. I left her to be grasped up in his arms and went to Emma, the lady in red, who willingly came into mine. She was moaning with deep guttural primeval pleasure. Her whole figure is on electric, lava-hot fire.