"We met earlier. You have had two wishes already, dear, but your second wish was for me to put everything back the way it was before you made your fir...t wish. Thus, you remember nothing, because everything is the way it was before you made any wishes. I'm sorry, hon, but you really do now have only one wish left." That was a little confusing, but Steve brushed the confusion aside; with a cute harem girl sitting close to him, he knew exactly what he wanted. Forgetting the things that usually. My sticky-wet fingers found a welcoming home inside two vaginal openings. I dug in as far as I could. Whimpering protests let me know I was digging too roughly against virginal hymens.I was having a good time playing with pussies, but hell, I didn’t want to make the girls cum. Not yet, I didn’t. If there was any way I could, I wanted my cock inside one of those nice, wet cunts. I wondered what the girls might say about that. Shit, these big girls would probably run away and cry!The girls. The drop from the edge to the marble floor was fifty feet or more. Yet if I remained in the bed I was in peril from any movement the Lady Petrova might make while she was still asleep. To give myself a vantage point and time to assess such options as were available I used the Lady’s profuse tresses as a climbing aid. Once I had attained the top of her head I scrambled up the pillow and at the peak I sat back against the bed head. From my vantage point I could see the whole extent of the bed.. At work, things were ok. My black eye was yesterday’s news, literally. I had told Karin about Peter but no one else. I didn’t want a lot of gossip about how soon I had switched boyfriends. Karin found it all delightfully funny and couldn’t wait to meet Peter. Peter I made a few phone-calls, and then I met up with the deacon of the nearest church. They had a bunch of Syrian men living in a big room, a mattress dormitory temporary kind of deal. I had brought typical Swedish cinnamon rolls, they.