Often her husband was sitting in his chair next to her, chatting and having a beer. I have the impression, out of memory, that her bikinis grew small...r and smaller over the time leading up to the main part of my story. Now and then I would sit down with them and chat a bit while having something to drink and occasionally a little snack. They were a nice couple to talk to and we discussed almost anything. I also started to notice that the husband looked more and more frail and not well.One. “And quite hard afterwards too, I hear. Those two are not exactly quiet.”“Why doesn’t she run away?”“She does, Sire,” Clarissa added from the other side. “All the time. Last month, Helen fled to Paris. She was there for nine days of partying. On the tenth day, when she and a few of her girlfriends came down to eat in the hotel restaurant, Sydney was waiting at a table.”“And?” he demanded imperiously from his oldest living Childe. A better explanation than the one provided so far was required.“I. ” She lay back and we came in the missionary position. I held my penis in my hand and rubbed my penis above her pussy hole.She held my back and hugged me really tight. Her nails were poking on my back. Then she shoutedShruti: You fucker stop kidding me, insert your penis inside me.Me: I am gonna tear your pussy, you bitch.Shruti: Yes baby tear my pussy, please. From today onward I will be your slave baby, fuck me hard as much as you can. Insert your big fat penis inside me, darling.I was slowly. Go ahead and phone her. Tell her to take a taxi." Alf took out his phone."We're at the Salt. Get a cab and join us. Yes. See ya." He looked at me. "Damned if I understand that." I don't understand it either," Rachel said. "And I've experienced it for nearly 20 years." It's not useful for ourselves or the family, in general," I said. "But it was very strong on that plane. And clear a minute ago." Funny that it's a 'dragon in the sea' in Isaiah, too," Alf remarked. "But it's evil: 27.1." Evil.