She wanted to know about his family and hometown and all sorts of friendly stuff. He was kinda wondering if she would treat him like the other two wom...n but then she said, “I’d like you to spend the night with me if you don’t have any other commitments.” He sure as hell didn’t and followed her home.She had a plain little apartment that wasn’t even as well decorated as his. Material things were obviously not important to her but what he had between his legs certainly was as evidenced by her. She was writhing, her hair now bedraggled where it was wet with her own sweat. He increased his pace and knew that he was going to blow his wad. He rammed it home to the hilt and held it there as his cock pulsed and bounced within her jetting time and again as his body ejected his come deep inside her. He lay with her until his dick had once more become flaccid and both had got they're breathing back to normal. He turned her over and using some more oil started to massage her back. He gradually. She gave Sheila a few moments to get used to the strange object, then she turned it on and started fucking her arse with it. John, excited by the vibrations through the walls of her vagina, started moving under her, Rosie kept up the pace as her friend started moaning, enjoying the sensation of having both holes filled. The vibrator was tapered at the end so it couldnt get lost, so when Sheila straightened up, bucking harder on Johns cock, Rosie let go of it and looked at my penis, standing. She had lived there as a girl, gone to school there until her family's travels took her to Germany and the university. It had been a secure place to return after the shock of tragedy. She found new friends, one or two casual lovers like René. Her friendship and fond (she could not admit to the word 'loving') connection with Johannes was a somewhat different matter, though not enough so to affect her unwillingness to enter what she called a "relationship".The episode in Geneva was still with.