ANWAY: On to the story.I was taking my son and three of his friends up to a cottage in Sweden. I (we in happier times) have done that frequently, usua...lly taking two girls and two boys (including my son) ever since they were old enough to be away for sleep-overs – and more than once had a bawling home-sick kid on our hands. I saw no reason to stop it just because my wife had gone walk-about; the cottage belongs to close relations of me you see and I still had access. Of course as the kids got. Since we’d be docking before lunch, I left it for the crew’s dinner tonight.We docked just before lunch, but they still had an early lunch for us. Afterwards, we thanked the entire crew, and especially Dorothy Shaw.“No need to thank me,” she chuckled. This is the first time I’ve been out on the Pickup Truck. Normally, they only go out four or five times a year, and only when high-ranking foreign dignitaries are visiting.”The same bus was waiting for us and took us back to the bullet train. ’ he says finally. I blink, since it’s an unusual answer, but I doubt he means what I think he means. At least, I hope he doesn’t. I think I hope he doesn’t. God, I’m confused. He strokes my throat with one long, pale hand, his unerring fingers finding my pulse immediately. I tremble again as his smile becomes more predatory. ‘You are afraid.’ ‘No shit.’ I laugh, surprised again. I feel a sudden pain and find myself on my back, my cheek stinging from the force of the blow. He slapped me! He. As soon as we entered the house she pulled the shorts and panties down and told me to get busy. The smell was intense and she held my face in her crotch as I licked her clean. This made her horny and when she had enough she told me to call a guy to come fuck her while she hit the shower. When she came in the den from her shower she was wearing a short robe and nothing else. She asked me if I made the call? I told her yes. Who did you call she asked. I told her it's a surprise. I had walked out.