Zum Sprechen war es ihr aber viel zu kompliziert. Sie lernte nur einige S?tze wie man sie immer in einer Fremdsprache lernt: ?Mein Name ist?..Ich bin ...23 Jahre alt?.? Und so weiter.Die Kameras wurden in altert?mlichen Gegenst?nden versteckt, die sie bei sich trug.Sie ahnte nicht, dass diese Kameras f?r Hans wichtiger waren als sie selbst.Am folgenden Tag war es nun soweit ?Reisetag? wurde er genannt.Sie sollte um 5 Uhr morgens mit ihrer vollst?ndigen Ausr?stung erscheinen.Ihr war schon etwas. Brad must have got out of bed and walked around to Wendys side of the bed. Judging by her moans, she seemed to be enjoying herself very much. It was Sunday morning. After breakfast Brad and Wendy left to pack for a months stay with me and Fred started packing for his trip. I just stayed naked and lay in the sun beside our pool. I realised after about an hour that the teenager next door (I guessed him to be 15 or 16) was spying on me. It occurred to me that it would be fun to invite him over,. Peter, her beau of the moment, was a big and muscular man, several years younger than my Mother. He also had a big and powerful cock. I'd seen it when he'd come into the bathroom while I was having a bath and urinated in the toilet with me watching. Although it wasn't as exciting as watching a woman pee, I had felt my cock stir and had tried to cover the modest erection from him. Sensing my embarrassment he had shown me the full length of his cock.'That's a real man's tool boy. Not many can. I began a slow yet steady assault on her vagina. I could feel myself DEEP into the back of that cervical spot and her moans indicated that she was feeling a great deal from this fucking. I could also feel her walls gripping my shaft as her first orgasm quickly snuck up on both of us. I continued to thrust into her all through her first orgasm, driving her into an immediate second. A sheen of perspiration was now evident on her lower back. Her words were unintelligible as she moaned like a whore.