I hoped that somehow I could maintain the friendships that I established here and stay in touch with them. Maintaining those relationships by letter a...d occasional phone call would be difficult, but I knew I had to try.Lost in my thoughts, I felt the train slow and realized we were moving through Stockholm and approaching the station. I put my things away and picked up my bag and walked to the door of the carriage. I wanted to be first off and find the Anderssons.We slowly pulled into the. Once there and inside, I made us another drink. I handed Jean her drink, and she took a small sip. She then began unbuttoning her dress and heading for my bedroom. As she walked past me, she asked, "Are you ready?"I reached out, took her hand, and redirected her toward my couch. Her hand was trembling. I replied, "I am, but I don't think you are." She gave me a puzzled look, which slowly turned a small smile.Sitting her gently on the couch, I sat beside her and put my arm over her shoulders.As. She was in a perfectly circular clearing, lush trees making up the perimeter. In the center of the clearing was a pond. She shakily brought herself to her feet. It was bright. There seemed to be no central form of light she could see, but it was almost like it emanated from the pond. She took a few steps forward, and sat into the grass. It was softer than anything she had ever felt. Her fingers ran through it, tasting it's energy from her fingertips. She laid down, touching her legs and arms. .and her arsehole....well, he wouldn't have trouble fucking that! As he put his cockhead at her rear entrance, and firmly pushed...he asked his second question "Lesley......you've had cock all night...in your mouth, your cunt, and here, in your arsehole where I'm fucking you now. You are the biggest slut I've met in all my years as a cocksman and I love you for it......" He said, fully imbedded in her rectal passage and holding there....."....would you like me and Mcpeevie to double team.