My name is Rob. I’m 5’7” tall, have blond hair, blue eyes, naturally muscular both from working hard and spending time in a gym. I was the “di...ty old man” in this scenario at 23 years old. Flash forward two years from when Barbie and I amicably broke up and Ivy and I have met and fallen in love. We had just moved in together, into a small “efficiency” apartment behind but attached to a very large house in a very ritzy section of town. We had our own private space with a living room, bathroom. I’d just quietly let them out after you had gone to sleep. But darling, you broke our hearts when you rejected us. Yes … I see the question in your eyes … us. We are rather like the Three Musketeers, all for one and one for all … But, now, let’s see what we need to get done. Each of us carries the mark of the club. Remember when you asked me about the little circle scar around my nipple? I promised I would explain it all to you someday and it seems that someday is now here. When I willingly. Though still a bit chilly, it was bright and sunny, with a soft breeze that carried the smell of hawthorn blossom. Somewhere close by, two birds were singing their most beautiful songs, duelling for the attention of a female. I hardly noticed that as I looked down from my first floor window and watched the passing traffic in it's never changing pattern of stopping and going, regulated by the pedestrian traffic light just forty yards down the road. I looked at the occupants of the cars and. Sanne was wet, hot, fully nude. Willing & promising. Silent & stubborn. Inventive.At one hand, typically a teen, be it a brilliant one. Moody though. Hard to handle.Is Flora really there, or just another role in imaginitive sexy scenarios of Sanne?Sanne politely asks permission, she still really needs to go to the bathroom. I allow her this time, denying that first time she requested, after session one.I chat with Fleur, try to find out more of her, or does Sanne still phone-text me? Sanne does.