My eyes open. I see that odd not-colour that sears your sight when you’ve been in darkness too long. It doesn’t matter. I can’t see what I’m s...eing. Too busy being dragged under the surface by the insane, shuddering depths of sensation from being fisted. Hot tearing pain. Indescribable pleasure. Every crack and cranny of the hand seared into my memory. Toes curling, feet pointing, whole body going taut. (He wore a wedding ring. I felt the gold inside me, somehow cold against my silky. ”“I think I understand. And you feel something like the second one with me?”“I’m not sure. To be honest, I was in a pretty emotional state when we met, and I still am, because of going to Birgit’s grave. I was hoping to figure out over these four days if there is a connection with you.”“I get the idea that you’ve been with quite a few girls. And you also say you had sex with multiple girls at the same time.”“Yes, quite a few girls. As I said, the stereotypes about Sweden and the US aren’t. I promise you I won’t do sex with you tonight. So, feel free.”With that promise, they got relaxed. After dinner, they went to their room and changed to half pants and t-shirts. I also put on half pants and t-shirts. Later I called them to the living room and said, “Let’s learn and enjoy some adult life now. This is only for your knowledge. You can ask me any kind of queries.”They were fine. Then I connected my laptop to a big LED TV. I asked them, what type of porn you would like to see. Divya. The last time in Germany, in Missouri, and in Virginia dad's commander was always a nice old guy who tried not to talk down to me even as he shunted me to the side so I wouldn't be in the way on the few times I did have to go into work with my father. I especially liked Colonel Clancy in Virginia.I hopped out of the stiff bed in the gasthaus and dug into my bag to pull out a pair of jeans and a purple t-shirt. I slipped into my knife harness and, feeling paranoid, I slipped four throwing knives.