Und da meine Eltern eh nie zu Hause waren fand ich es eh besser, in ein Internat zu gehen. Ich konnte diese Schuhkartons, die die Japaner Appartement ...ennen noch nie leiden. Irgendwie war man da nie wirklich allein. Sowas wie Privatsphäre schien es nie zu geben. Da waren mir die Internate lieber. Da hatte man ein Zimmer für sich und die anderen Mitbewohner waren im gleichen Alter wie man selber. Nur haben wir noch nie irgendwo lange genug gelebt, um wirklich gute Freundschaften. It had unmistakably been washed. Properly. Not just run over with a mop, but scrubbed where it was needed. Paul wasn’t having an affair. Clearly I was in the wrong house. The kitchen was even more shocking. Not only did the floor sparkle, but every counter top was perfectly clean, as was the table. I didn’t think he even knew we had counters, let alone that they could get dirty. The stovetop was clean and there were two pots on it. Then I noticed the smell. I lifted the cover from the heavy pot. Sooooooo fucking big. Feels so tight in my pussy. Ooooooooh. Ooooooooo. Oh, that feels so good. So good in my pussy." Her nails dug in deep in my ass and I felt like screamimg myself. I paid her back by grabbing her right foot and started sucking and biting her sole and heel. She laughed with delight. No matter what I did to that body of hers she was very pleased. Nothing could go wrong. Soon we were done and we cuddled. Most of the buildings were older than the late 18th Century architecture surrounding the Central Police Station and were made out of stone. Dominating the plaza was a very old temple that obviously had been built long before anything else in Danube City. It had pillars and a large staircase leading off the street to the main floor. The stairs were full of people going in or coming out, most of whom were dressed in black robes. There were many naked people as well, some of them wearing Church.