As Lena knocked the door was opened by an older woman (probably Erik's wife). She recognized Lena at once and seemed to be a little shocked to see her...again. As she couldn't speak any German or English I had to let Lena do all the talking. Somehow I felt helpless because I was supposed to be the highest authority here but couldn't even follow the conversation.Finally Lena turned back to me. "Erik Angaard is working in the stables across the yard - your soldiers can start with their house. He couldn’t tell her he found them but didn’t look at them; that would be a lie and she’d never believe it. But she must know they exist, but the photos were taken so long ago, perhaps as long as 35 years, would she want to know they were there?He didn’t know what to do, so he would do nothing. He packed the boxes and put them back into the cache in the wall and screwed the panel in place.----Jeremy couldn’t get the photos out of his mind. He thought about them when he was at work, and when he. ” He finally slurred out through half-shut eyes. “Well boy, you got your work cut out for you tonight!” he challenged as he started to undo the buckle on his pants. It took a bit more doing on his part than it should have, but they finally dropped around his ankles, then he pulled down the front of his boxers and hefted out the biggest cock I ever remember seeing-anywhere. My top leg was bouncing furiously and my hard clit was aching; my eyes went wide, and my hand covered my mouth, and a girly. I felt her give a little, almost desperate, chuckle.“What?”“Joanne just spent ten minutes telling me what you did to her with your tongue. I almost came out here and pinned you down and made you do it to me. But that wouldn’t be a good idea. Joanne doesn’t want to have sex with you. I do but I also know we mustn’t. If I let you lick me, I’d just know I’d have to fuck you, let you fuck me. That’s a barrier we can’t cross, no matter how much I want to.”I had to be honest. “I suppose you know I.