There was a bar at the arrivals and we simultaneously suggested a drink to cover our emotions and as we made our way there, my eyes remained fixed, un...shamedly on his crotch, because I knew from experience, once when as a girl I rushed into the bathroom, and caught him masturbating into the washbasin, back then he and mother were not sleeping together, and as I watched, both mesmerised and mentally comparing him to my brothers size, again this sort of sex was normal and functional, thanks to. My orgasm was rapidly approaching. I was past the point of controlling myself now. I was merely responding to this very youthful Nordic lover and his wonderful penis. As I began to climax, Johan slammed into me even harder, and he said, "Tell me your pussy belongs to me. Tell me you are mine. Tell me you belong to me." His words pushed me over the edge. I cried out, "Oh I do. Oh fuck, I'm cumming! Baby, I am yours totally. Oh fuck, you make me cum so hard!" The emotional release was as. I looked straight at her."Are you ready?"She opened her eyes, looked at me, nodded yes and then closed her eyes again.Holding my cock firmly in my hand, I slowly pushed into her tiny opening. She was very tight. I thought for a second that maybe I should have opened her up with my finger, but it was too late now. I pushed further into, and was really having a hard time getting in. Finally I stopped moving so slowly, and just pushed hard. Her eyes flew open and she screamed out loudly.I held. Angus owned ‘The Lotus Flower,’ a small and delicately appointed Asian restaurant, a few short blocks away. He explained his predicament to the transplanted Scot and in his big Scottish brogue, Angus said, ‘Shall I come over and cook it myself, so I can see the lass?’ Bob said, ‘No thanks, Angus. She will be enough for me to handle, by myself. Just send me over the best that you have, from soup to nuts, including wine, preferably from that other transplanted Scots vineyard in Australian that.