..which correlated with her memory. He grew to about nine inches in length (she has hand and arm standards for measurement now days) and became quite ...hick (way over two inches diameter). Remember, she was accustomed to her husband’s six inch by one and one half inch. Oh, and back to that penis head. It was notably wider than the two+ inch shaft. Impressive. *Plus now there was no condom to worry about.The moisture from her attempt to eat him would not have been enough lube, but she was so hot. “So how is it that you know Katt and speak Swedish?”“Mikael didn’t tell you about me?”“No, he didn’t.”I told her about meeting Katt at a rink in Sweden and how we had started dating. I didn’t go into details because I was talking to an American who might not understand the Swedish ways. I wondered how Mikael was handling that. I’d have to ask him later.“So you learned to speak fluent Swedish that quickly?” Kayla said. “Wow!”“Well, when you live there, it’s a lot easier.”We watched the rest of. All the while, he stared at the front of my swim suit which showed the outline of my erection. We chatted about the weather and trivial things, and he finally asked if I would like a beer in his unit, which I agreed to do. When we got to his room I asked him if I could use his shower to wash off the chlorine and he told me to go ahead.I went into the bathroom, removed my swim suit, took a fast shower and wrapped a towel around my waist and went back out to the main room for the beer. When I sat. I took her hand:“Nelly …”She looked at me.“Yes,” she whispered, “if I were younger, I would bid you to be my lover - but I am to old for you.”“Nonsens,” I answered.“O yes, I am. One day you will find a young girl, and either you would have pangs of conscience to abandon me and have pains, or you would abandon me without, or I would have pangs of conscience o hell! … in any case … no let us forget it.”I didn’t contradict, but I spoke to her, and eventually we made an agreement. I should be her.