“Some of them are calling me Adolf. I hate England. I hate you English.” I could see the hurt in his eyes and hear the anger in his voice.“There...is one Polish girl who insists on calling me Szkop, which is probably something rude in Polish.”“Col, I’m so sorry. Have you told them you are not a Nazi – that your mother was in a concentration camp? Surely that would make a difference?”“I can’t tell them. I can’t tell them anything because we need to stay hidden.” Col shouted, then turned and ran. Finally, Bernie spoke. "That was like, so wonderful," she sighed. "I wish I could do something that would make you feel that good." I'm sure we'll think of something," I whispered, and we both giggled."Okay guys, how 'bout a little room here?" Sully asked. He wasn't usually this genial, and I wondered just what he was up to. It didn't take long to find out.Both Bernie and I scramble off the bed and stood at its foot, my arm around her waist, her hand resting on my ass.Sully still had an. This revealed her bare ass and pussy fully to me. I had seen young girls pussies before, but never a full grown woman. I was fascinated at how big and hairy it was. It gaped open as her leg was draped over the back of the sofa. It looked like a hungry, pink mouth. I tentatively placed a hand on each of her smooth cheeks, spread them apart as much as I could and puckered. I slowly inched my head towards her ass, wanting to go slow like she had told me earlier. Kiss it, lick it!! she curtly. The shot was finished in a few seconds. I was packing up the camera when she spoke next. "Do you remember Eddie Simpson?" No the name doesn't sound familiar." He remembers you Bugs," The mention of my name ripped at my insides. It took me a second to get myself back together."I'm sorry what did you say?" I said Eddie Simpson remembers you." Of course Eddie Simpson with that fruity english sports car."She laughed. "I don't expect that he thinks it's fruity."I smiled at her, but not really.