Wicked Rouge - Footjob on the thermals (27)

The garden here is beautiful, isn't it? It sure is. It brings back many memories from my childhood.

But I never thought this place is so beautiful. I guess when you're a *** you can care less about nature and flowers.

It's the opposite for me. I used to pick them from my mother, who made medicine out of them.

I always remember that sweet smell. A surprising amount of people knew how to make medicine from these plants.

I thought only skillful herbalists could do something like this. Yes, she told me she was a healer back when I was a boy.

This was how she met my father. He had an accident in the mountains. She helped him to recover.

They spent a lot of time together and my father fell in love with her. How did they end up here?

I had no choice. The local laws did not allow marriage with foreigners and deemed such relationships forgiving.

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