‘You don’t look dangerous,’ she agreed. Then she exhaled and lifted her drink to her lips. ‘I’m flying to Moscow on my own but I’m staying...with a family who lives there,’ she told him. ‘Oh? What is their name? Maybe I know them.’ She nodded as she leaned forward to pick her purse up and fish through it. ‘I have their name in here somewhere,’ she said as she searched. ‘Forgive me if I don’t get this right, but I’m terrible with new languages.’ He smiled encouragingly at her and she smiled shyly. Her husband Rusty was 6’0 and an average build 52 year old. Our cocks were reflections of each other as they were a bit over six inches and circumcised. The only difference was his wife would make me cum quicker but he could keep fucking her while I recharged.For the time we spent together, they would fulfill and create more fantasies and we really explored each other (again, literally). We had a routine where I would come over, undress in the hallway, and find them waiting for me in the living. I was pretty sure that Mom told him all about our fucking, but I wasn't sure if she told him about the night I tried to fuck her ass without lubrication.I began to worry quite a lot about whether Mom would allow me to continue to fuck her. Or maybe I was worried about whether Dad would allow it. Shit, if I was married to a hot cunt like her, I sure as hell wouldn't want anyone else fucking her. At least not without my permission. Dad cleared it up that next night, as we were having dinner while. Vagabond: Could this sword kill anyone?Kaoru:... It couldn't... The nicks don't smell of blood, there's no clouds of tallow on the blade. Like it's never been used. You really are just... Vagabond: Yes. A vagabond.Kaoru: But why would you carry a sword you can't use--the police whistle! (she sets off running) This time for sure!Vagabond (diving to catch his sword) Oro. (catches it). What do I do... It looks like trouble in a place I don't know.(A scene of carnage. A giant swordsman is.