“No – on the train, yesterday.”“Why would he want to meet you.”I explained that I had seen him at the station when I left, although I didn�...t know who he was. Then he’d sat down opposite me on the train down from London.“I think my whole trip was ‘arranged’ by Mr. Watling and British security.”Col looked at me quizzically. “What makes you think that.”I looked at Mutti Frida. “He told me he had me watched in the DDR and it turns out that, unbeknownst to me, I was bringing back a package of papers. Pocket rockets. Prostrate milkers. Pocket pussys. I told Lizzie to order whatever she liked and surprised me. So that night in bed as I was trying to sleep Lizzie sat there, circling items she would like to try.I sort of forgot all about the toys. Then one day I came home early. I walked up the stairs and as I got closer to the bedroom I heard a loud buzzing. I stood in the door way of our bedroom and there lay Lizzie lost in her passion.She was lying on her side; she had a vibrating butt plug. " I flushed with embarrassment. "Let's not worry about it right now." Giving my cock a squeeze, she said, "Oh, Baby, worried is the last thing I'm feeling right now." A knot of tension melted inside of me. "And you!" Turning to David, she took his head in her hands. "First you fuck me and then you blow my husband? Why do I have the feeling it's a good thing that our daughter is off at college." She chuckled. David's face broke out in a grin and I watched as she leaned forward and kissed another. I bottomed out before she expected it and now I was so far up her cunt that my cock pushed against her cervix a few times. She gritted her teeth and bit her lower lip as she took it balls deep inside her dripping wet gash. She also bit me a couple of times between kisses to my mouth, her tongue entwined with my reptilian fork version.“Do it, my Dark Lord ... spill your demon seed in me ... put your devil spawn in my womb!” Lacey begged me now, well aware that she craved my white-hot demon jizz.