Before I say something I will really regret.”He held onto my arm for a moment then let go. I walked at as fast of a pace as I could to my room as I ...could. My door opened about half an hour later I had expected it to be my father. I was surprised when I felt a hand on my shoulder. My father never did that. I placed my hand on the one on my shoulder and looked back into the face of my brother.He pulled me up and into a kiss. Then he said, “Dad and Suki left to give you space. I told them I’d talk. Although she didn't have the best body, but she had 2 huge tits that needed to be sucked on. I brought her into my mansion and tore her pussy up. She was squealing in delight. And I even blasted a massive load on her floppy tits. She left and said to me, "If you want more, just let me know."So,2 days later, I went to Vancouver to escape the craziness of America. I see this group of pretty Canadian girls stand in front of my rental car. One of them kick me in the balls. I passed out.When I woke. ”“«Hur är det at Ni kan svenska, herr Adams?»” (“How is it that you can speak Swedish, Mr. Adams?”)“«Jag var utbyteselev för några år sen och har rest till Sverige flera gånger.»” (“I was an exchange student a few years ago, and I’ve traveled to Sweden several times.”)He flipped through my passport, noting the entry and exit stamps, and nodded.“«Välkommen tillbaka till Sverige!»” (“Welcome back to Sweden!”)He stamped our passports and handed them to us and waved us through. We walked through. I love you too. I just hate this, after everything..."I kissed him then, twining my tongue around his, letting him taste the blood on my lower lip. He groaned and squeezed me tighter, one hand sliding down to cup my ass, the other holding my head, massaging my scalp lightly."Let me make it up to you," I whispered, spreading my legs to straddle his hips, sliding back and sitting up until I had him sheathed snugly inside me. I put his hands on my hips, encouraging him to set the tempo by lifting.