Suddenly there were visions of long lost lovers anew again caught in the ecstasy of their passion, shining from the sweat covering each others body in...my mind. The vision was so intense, so real I moaned into his mouth as his tongue met mine.As suddenly as it began, it was gone except for the sensuality of the visions from my mind. Only the intense longing of the lovers remained. I pulled myself away from our embrace looking into his eyes. They seemed different. Where they always so dark? I. "Sorry miss I can't reach through to the tops of your legs from here, I shall have to do it from the front" He almost whispered in embarrassment. She again nodded her acceptance and he moved facing her, his right hand slowly moving under the water and under her right upper leg, which came away after a little work. She sensed her own sex was filled with blood from the tightening of her chest and the feeling of the water against her labia was pushing it onwards. He moved his hand to her left leg. Well, more accurately, we found out about his death. The swordsmith who made the reverse blade, Arai Shakkuu, left this world eight years ago.Misao: A swordsmith? Oh, I see. To replace the broken reverse blade,... But if he's already dead, there's never going to be another--(Meanwhile)*In the end, they spent the night at an inn.Kaoru: Here. Tae's home, the Shirobeko. Must be the sister store of the Akabeko in Tokyo. (opening the door) Excuse me--Sae: Welcome!Kaoru: Ta--Tae?? (What are you doing. She did it slowly, maybe she knew that I would had cum, if she had sucked faster. She’s an experienced woman, she knows how to do it ;) Then the door rang and Helene went to the door to open it. My nervousity increased. Then Karl appeared. He was friendly, but he seemed to be a little bit shy. He was 57 years old, as I found out later. Karl was a very short person with grey hair. He was a little bit stocky, but not “fat”. And he was a little bit feminine. But he was not a “fag” or something.