Days passed by, we struggled for money. But after some months everything became stabilized. I joined college and stayed at a hostel. I felt that the m...ney was more than enough. I wondered how my mom managed to make this money.One day our college union called off for a sudden strike in the college. I was forced to go home. Before going home I tried to call my mother. But she was in the class and was unable to take the phone. I reached home in the evening. When I reached home I saw a new male. When Bjorn noticed that Grace was alone, he caught up with her in the castle gardens and struck up a conversation. “So, what do you think of Rosenborg?”“It’s wonderful,” she replied. “It’s much larger than I was expecting it to be.”Bjorn tried hard to hold back a snicker, but Grace caught it and smiled. “That’s not quite the way I meant that to come out.”“I’m sorry for my rudeness,” he said, apologizing. “But I did make you smile.”She nodded. Suddenly, this situation felt very much like Paris. '"My heart thumps hard. I already feel degraded and humiliated but sayinglike that would make it feel even worse but I can't help it. I need thatfinger back in my hole."Please sir, please may I have your finger back in my boy cunt," I pant.The finger is back, it goes in deep but instead of finger fucking me it isexploring. It touches something inside and I jump, I suddenly have anextreme desire to either cum or piss."OOOOHHHH!" I groan. The finger starts fucking again but this time itbrushes. My fingertips travelling up her back and over her shoulders, I took a firm grip and began to pull her back against me, getting as deep as I could go. Her pleasured screams and ecstatic moans drowned out the sound of the flowing water. I looked down and watched as my raging hard cock continued to burrow into Claire's hot wet pussy. Her screams and moans getting more frequent, more intense. "I LOVE IT BABY, I LOVE THE WAY YOU FUCK ME" she yelled out and it blew my mind. "I love the way it feels.