“Guten morgen, Olivia” Bjorn said. (Good morning, Olivia)“Hi, guys” responded Olivia in her own native English.“Hey, how do you know her nam...?” asked Jessie with just ever such a slight hint of suspicion.Bjorn looked at Jessie with a bit of a frown but held back on what he might have been really thinking and said, “It’s stitched into her uniform right over her left tit!” Bjorn seemed to spit out the word ‘tit’ with just a little too much emphasis but then added, “Surely you noticed that when. She smiled then looked down at the meal before her. On the plate in front of her there was salad, Chicken Alfredo, some form of pasta, and homemade bread sticks. On the second plate was what looked like a cake with chocalate mouse in the center. Everything looked delicious and had her senses buzzing. While she was still examining the food he slipped into the kitchen and returned with a glass of sweet red wine which he set before her. She looked up at him as if to say wheres yours he replied I. Are you ready now?" Oh god. Put it in."My cock was as hard as bone almost. My cells had changed and the true muscle would not go down as much as it had before. It did slip in like a blunt knife. I moved back and forth slowly without penetrating her hymen yet.She breathlessly said, "Oh god, I never knew it could be so good."The feelings coming to me were almost too much. Even with the control I used to have, I would have gone off by now. Her flesh gripped me tightly. If anything I must have more. My thoughts were broken by a tentative sound from my daughter. Her father was by her side, and a look at her eyes told me that this was going to be grave topic, something that caused even my normally neutral husband to take sides. His gift was draped over her right arm, and she had linked her left through her father's arms. They looked like a guilty couple. But the expression on Monica's face was not guilt, it was the face of uncertainty, and her eyes had the cold flame of conviction in.