The police here, she thought, seemed to know what they were doing. It was on one of the nights that Abby had disappeared from the supported living, wh...ch was her prison, that she had properly discovered this place. She had been walking down one of the main streets in the city, where people curb crawled and shouted careless imprecations in her direction. A boy in a hoody stepped out of a doorway and blocked her progression. He tried talking to Abby, she told him to go away, he got a bit more. Lund took Helena with her to her bedroom. The two of them got changed in special clothes, which Lund managed to have bought in the Libyan black market. After changing, they got out of the room.Lund and Helena both wore thin black veils, black bras and black panties; all covered in thin transparent harem garments."And you really think he is going to buy you two and pay me real money?" Tony asked."Well he is originally from Bahrain and he had lived here in Libya during the war. From what I heard,. His other set of memories, which were coming in flashes, were growing stronger. He remembered another life, but that, too, was frustratingly just out of reach. He also knew he'd had a different body in that life.He mentally set the whole business of emotions aside, and went about looking into land and houses to buy. Over the past eight months, he had turned a pretty good profit by keeping several units for rental. A few more he had bought, and then turned around and resold.He also liked to. As my orgasm began to fade Helens started. Her contractions were intense and squeezed several more spurts from my cock. It was my turn to say fuck! When we finished I collapsed back onto my heels and my wife lifted Hollys legs. She demanded that to eat my own cream pie. I was a bit surprised as she had never told me to do that to her. I had no objection. It did give me pause when I leaned down and realized how much cum was sitting between Helens pussy lips. Still, my wife had just let me fuck.