For some reason I felt that my cock was getting harder, as Nigel fucked me, as I fucked his sister. It wasn’t long before I felt I was coming, but I...wanted to know if I was going to achieve my climax because of me shagging Ellen or because Nigel was shagging me. I stopped and let Ellen feel my throbbing gristle as Nigel fucked me harder, it was then I realised I was coming because of Nigel.“I’m Coming” I mumbled, “So am I” said Nigel. My orgasm was building very fast and it seemed to be very. All would be explained.“Ready?” Nallen stepped up beside me. It took me a moment to realize Nallen had used the English word.Hearing English again was a different shock, particularly coming from Nallen. Of course, he would want to speak with my parents - especially my father! Of course, he had used the teacher! Thankfully I had been correct about not forgetting. It felt very strange, having both Betwan and English rattling around in my brain. I might start thinking in one language and switch to. Later that night I went through the box. I put the last of my things away and with the box next to empty I pulled out a bottle. I looked at it, but didn't recognize it. It was some fancy champagne. Hmmm, I guess she put this in here by mistake. Maybe I should call her or stop back at her office and drop it off. Aw, fuck it. Her mistake is my gain.I'm not much of a champagne drinker but it would somehow feel good drinking what was obviously some high priced gift that wasn't meant for me. As I. I watched as his finger traced the outline of her crotch. Rob said “my goodness she is soaking wet down there” I touched her and let my finger enter the panties and surely she was really wet, passed out and soaking fucking wet. By the candle light her bush was evident and Rob asked if he could remove her panties and off they went too. Here laid my wife, nude, legs spread like a whore in need, her nipples hard, pussy just flowing wetness as I watched. I lifted her hips and placed a pillow.