I had my arms around her since a hug of one is so awkward. I started lightly patting her back, like soothing a child. "Sounds like we have a full day ...omorrow, so we should probably get some sleep, particularly after all this wine. Why don't you go brush your teeth and stuff while I go hunt up some bedding for the couch. You can check the vanity drawers; if there's not a new toothbrush there, feel free to use mine."I turned the lights down to just the lamp on the endtable. I had the couch. It came out strong—like a pressure washer. Kyle pigs out, swallowing gulp after gulp. It was so fast, that it started running out of his mouth. Yankin still on his now soft cock, he starts moaning yet again. Tommy, fasinated at Kyles sudden piggynes, chants at him—drink—drink--drink. He suddenly comes up off my dick, with me leaving the last of the stream across Tommy's dick and balls and belly. Leaning back now on his haunches, Kyle lets out yet another yell, and blows out a 3rd load—hitting. She glance down, blushed slightly, smiled and said "Ok, no problem". Now I was embarrassed and was trying to figure out what to do next as I finished up with the bandages, when she called to me from another room and asked if could you help her move something. I followed her voice to her room and there she was lying on her bed in her panties and T shirt. I could see her hard nipples so knew that she had no bra on now.My dick got really HARD and it was bulging the shorts out. I broke into a sweat. I had never met Uncle Paul; he and my father were brothers but couldn't stand each other. Rosamund had somehow become entangled in the affair through the London bank and now explained the complicated situation.After the Second World War it was discovered that everybody in Holland had been working for the Dutch Resistance. That was not really the case, of course, and during the war my father and his brother had been working for different sides. This was the cause of their bitter enmity. In his.