At least Marty McFly wasn’t mistaken by a medieval barbarian for a witch. No, he wasn’t that lucky at all. I wished at times I could go home. I j...st wanted a soft bed with a beautiful view and heat. Electric heat. I sighed. The things I took for granted, it made me sick the more I thought about it. Last week I had to deal with my period. I never wanted to go home more than I did then. I won’t say anything, but suffice to say that really helped my foul mood. I pushed myself up and walked to the. Without turning from her task, she said, “I didn’t know what to buy. Was it going to be a soft drink, beer, wine, Schnapps occasion with us? Well, now I know! We made it a Champagne one! Didn’t we?”We toasted each other and, as Helen’s blush and shining eyes affirmed, the morning we had spent. We enjoyed our repast, but Helen also hungered to talk.To help break the awkward silence, I told her, as a joke, what the first questions are that Austrian lovers ask after their first fuck. He, being an. After a good hour of this finger fucked and licking treatment -- Lou kneels up and says OK Wendy now it’s your turn --- yes I think I’m going to eat her cunt and asshole --- WRONG!!!! Get on your knees she says!! “what “I say --- on your fuckin knees Lou says --- she really is being dominant – I don’t argue and just get on all fours --- Lou pulls the sheet over my head so I can't see a thing ---- then as she pulls the sheet of me I see that Lou has my double cock strap-on around her waist ----. She came across as very intelligent and funny which only drew me in further. She had hardly talked at all about her husband but seemed keenly interested in my relationship with my girlfriend Emily. I explained we had met at University and were now living together but that things had become stale since we had moved to London and in fact she was spending the weekend back at her parents. She smiled and said she was a silly girl if she left me all alone in London for a weekend and again her smile.