"Just taking pictures of cool things." I said. "Cool things?" she asked"Yeah...like this." I said handing her a picture. "That's a Praying Mantis I sa... earlier today." "It looks creepy." she said. "Exactly Creepy and Cool." "What's your name?" she asking sitting next to me. "I'm Bently John Carrol the 3rd, but must people call me BJ. What's yours?" I asked. "I don't know." she said shaking her head. "How can someone not know there name?" I asked. "I forgot it, It's been so long since anybody. .. I bet he has a dirt bike and a pickup truck. Then I hear Tango is going to become your brother and marry Bente, who is NOT your sister but is related to Irene and a bunch of Nazis. Man, where does THAT come from? Now, I had a friend named Bente, she was the type of model who was photographed without clothing, and her heritage was Northern Europe, a place called Konigsberg which had 7 bridges when they left. That’s not Spanish, nowhere close. What am I to believe?”“I think I know your Bente. That night while everybody were asleep I went to the kitchen to make coffee for me and Anton, as I turned around from the kettle Anton was standing behind me, his pants were open and his stiff dick out, he begged me to kiss and fondle him as he was in need of comfort. After kissing, I , for the first time ever touched his cock, without any words he pressed me down on my knees and I was confronted with his bulging cock in my face. I sucked him shortly, shocked a little yet caught off guard I. "It has been a long day", I said. She just smiles and curl up under me. Within minutes I am sleep.I wake to someone rolling my nipples. Looking around, I had forgotten she was there. I shake her and she wakes, "I thought you had left and went home." She said, "no fell asleep also." Without warning she bends down and kisses me, full in my mouth. I was surprised and she became bold. I know she's not into both giving as well as receiving. I was already in the mood for a woman so I allowed her to.