"I always unload the coal. It's not a problem, and the soot washes off easily enough."Somehow, Lotta had difficulties envisioning Bente with clean gar... and washed face."How much does my father owe you?" she asked instead."Twenty groschen," Bente answered, smiling again.He had reason to smile, Lotta thought. A groschen seemed ample money for two bushels of charcoal. Yet, Rune, her father, insisted that Bente's coal was worth that money. It was purer than the coal from competing colliers, perhaps. Both had tried to take part in the organisation of the holiday, and both were gently but firmly told to relax and leave it to the children.Phone lines between the two families would have been hot as tasks were assigned by Mary, if all the calls and texts weren’t by mobile. The dark December days passed quickly.Mary, her two children and John Klinsman, still single and now a PhD and research assistant/lecturer, made the journey on the Sunday before Christmas, picking up Ellen on the way. Ellen’s. Victor asked more details and then I told him that the black man was gently running more of it in my body with each stroke and when he had probably more than half of his length, he told me he was hitting the back wall of my cervix and asked my permission to inject some special lubricant in it to make it more slippery and he could give me even more satisfaction next time he put it into me…I told him to go ahead and give it to me what I needed so bad…I confessed Victor having three wild loud. I then decided to take her night robe off to see at her in her underwear. I unbuttoned carefully her robe and revealed her breast underneath. Sheila was wearing a dark lacy bra, I couldn’t see its color coz it was very dark in the room. Her beautiful tits looked so exciting on material. I then slipped her bra off releasing her gorgeous tits. Slowly I began to rub them and her nipples. I could tell that her nipples were starting to get hard from my endeavors. By this time my cock was so huge.