Do crazy people know they're crazy? I didn't care. As long as I could be near my ants, being crazy wouldn't bother me.That night I had trouble sleepin.... Every time I closed my eyes I saw Charlotte's smiling face and my heart raced. She would be home in just a few short days! Around midnight I gave up on trying to sleep and wandered downstairs for a snack and some late-night television.I made myself a peanut-butter-and-banana-sandwich and poured a glass of milk, then headed into the living room.. All those who were boarders had to be inspected before bedtime and Mrs carter the almost retired English teacher helped on most evenings ,she was almost 70 but could peass as a women 20yrs her age her small frame hid a huge pair of tits and beneath the plain skirts she wore her cunt was as smooth as a babies and she and I enjoyed ourself often using an 18inch long flexible dildo entwining our bodies and watching our sextoy disappear both cunts touched and made each orgasm our juices would be a. 00am answering, don’t get me wrong, they were fabulous lovely people but because they were being kept supressed by the ruling communist’s they had little knowledge of the outside world.The hotel was fantastic, it had an enormous outside swimming pool that was shaped like a giant saucer and was very popular as the country is land bound and has no seaside.The contractors on site were a mixed bunch mostly local and I got friendly with an Austrian guy named Hans, Vienna was just over the mountain. Marshall smiled, knowing she could, and over time would, help dispel doubt as to Derry's gender. "Derry you're right. I'll loan you a simple gold bracelet. Let's make sure your hair looks good too."Mrs. Marshall got the bracelet and a teasing comb from her bedroom (Derry has still not seen her bedroom) and went to work on Derry's hair. She circled him and primped his medium long, springy locks so that he easily could be a girl with an easy to manage, summer cut. His ears nestled in the hair.