The kitchen was large and clutter-free. Now seated at a large oak dining table, I felt decidedly small and lost. Jill stood with Phillipe on the oppos...te side of the table and rather than sitting as I had assumed they would, the Frenchman was kissing my wife tenderly and fully on the lips. They paused long enough for her to ease her arms around his neck and whisper “wow, what a welcome!” kissing again, passionately for what seemed an eternity. I smiled like a fool, but it was more from. Watling and British security.”Col looked at me quizzically. “What makes you think that.”I looked at Mutti Frida. “He told me he had me watched in the DDR and it turns out that, unbeknownst to me, I was bringing back a package of papers that I think was your evidence against your husband. It was hidden in a false bottom of my duffel bag.”“It’s here? You have it?” I could hear the relief in Mutti Frida’s voice.I gave her an apologetic look. “I’m afraid not. I didn’t know I had it until Mr Watling. I was watching myself being double fucked and sucking a cock as two more guys changed places on the couch and fingered me and one guy got between my legs and was eating my cum drenched pussy. I was nuts watching myself being passed around and fucked in every hole as I was also being turned on again in person. I got blurry eyed watching myself fucking one after another and sucking the ones watching, seeing my pussy, my ass and my mouth being taken by so many men. I was yelling, screaming my. My sexual education started here. Got a lot of new friends of a different mentality. Few of then know about porn well. they used to read a lot of sex stories from books. That time we are not well known to internet and sex storybooks were available at bookstalls. My friends read those in classroom keeping those books in the textbooks.They used to explain me all the stories after the college. I was fantasizing about those storied and masturbating. One day, my friend read a story from a new book.