Seime called to say that I had been accepted to the program and my first choice country had been approved; I would be going to Sweden! She let me know...that I’d be getting the formal acceptance letter that would include all the details about medical exams, travel documents, and, of course, an invoice.My biggest dilemma now was whether I wanted to stay with the Anderssons or not. I had been thinking about it and I was concerned that it would constantly remind me of Birgit in ways that might be. Rising to all fours, I place my body directly over hers, kissing my way down, pausing at each nipple before continuing. Taking a few minutes to swirl the tip of my tongue over her aureoles, kissing and nibbling my way first across her chest then down her side to cross to the middle. Parting her legs, I can smell her, feel her heat. She’s so dripping wet, her juice is leaking out of her slit. Gingerly, I begin to first lap up her juice, then once again trace her lips. Bringing myself back up to. If she only knew how many pictures he'd Photoshopped her onto where she was wearing wedding dresses, or bridal lingerie. He didn't know what it was, but seeing her in those types of clothing always made him hard as a rock. Was it just the look of the brilliant white material, or was it the lurking promise of sexual innocence you always associated with a bride, or maybe both—he didn't care, he loved to see her in all sorts of wedding attire, and his cum towel was heavy with the numerous loads. God, Gio ... God ... I dunno ... your fingers feel so big ... I dunno if I can take you there ... Mmm ... finger my ass ... open me ... open meeee!"Lauren sat transfixed, her mind seeing images of her mother letting a stranger put fingers in her butt. She was repulsed, but couldn't stop listening. The moans and chatter went on for a few minutes before her mother said, "ok ... I'm as ... as open as I can be ... Let me sit on it ... I'll try to take you back there..."Lauren waited in silence, her.