Chapter 23

We ate, drank, and tried to talk with the aid of the dictionary.

“Waar wij wonen?”

“Where we live?” Lana asked.

“Canada,” I replied.

‘“Zo ver van mama en papa.”

“So far from Momma and Poppa.”

I picked up the flask of wine, refilling our glasses.

“Boris and Benthe, farm destroyed, no income, no future.”

“Boris en Benthe, boerderij verwoest, geen inkomen, geen toekomst.” I pieced together the words from the dictionary.

“Please consider the opportunity to live with us in Canada.”

“Overweeg alstublieft de mogelijkheid om bij ons in Canada te wonen.”

“En ons vaderland verlaten?”

“And leave our homeland?” Benthe asked.

“Nederlandse gemeenschap. Nieuwe boerderij, nieuwe schuur.”

“Dutch community. New farm, new barn,” I countered.

“Ik weet niet zeker of ik het kan. Grote stap voor ons.”

“Not sure can do it. Big step for us.”

“Ik begrijp het.”

“I understand.”

“We hebben een binnentoilet.”

“We have indoor toilet.”

“Binnentoilet?”

“Indoor toilet?” Benthe smiled.

“Zou je me willen helpen met het bouwen van een nieuwe windmolen in Canada?”

“Would you help me build a new windmill in Canada?” Boris asked.

“I would enjoy sweating my brow with you.”

“Ik zou het leuk vinden om met je over mijn voorhoofd te zweten.”

Then I recalled a news article and took a sip of wine.

“Consider, Dutch Royal Family lived in Canada during war. Princess Margaret born in Canada.”

“Bedenk dat de Nederlandse koninklijke familie tijdens oorlog in Canada woonde. Prinses Margaret geboren in Canada.”

“Als Canada goed genoeg was voor de koninklijke familie, dan is het misschien goed genoeg voor ons, Boris.”

“If Canada was good enough for the Royal Family, it may be good enough for us, Boris,” Benthe remarked.

“Benthe, ik, bespreek verhuizing naar Canada.”

“Benthe, I, discuss move to Canada.”

We continued eating our meals. I enjoyed the side view of Lana’s cleavage, and she’d teasingly rub my cock.

I helped her with the dishes to give us more family time and enjoyed the higher view down her bodice.

Lana and I went outside to enjoy the early evening. We made our way to the half remains of the barn, chickens scattering as we walked. Gember recognized me, and I heard her whiny as I approached. I patted her neck, feeling her strong muscles.

I noticed the twisted, melted remains of the German soldier’s bicycle and helmet. I picked up several pieces of burnt wood, adding them to the pile Boris had started.

Boris came to us. “Veel op te ruimen.”

“Much to clean up.” He held up his drink, motioning us inside.

Lana and I sat as Benthe gave me another glass of wine. I don’t think Lana drank very often.

“Morgen ontmoeten mijn vrienden.”

“Tomorrow meet my friends,” she smiled, hugging me closer. I could see the sparkles of love for me in her eyes as her warm hand rubbed the back of my neck.

“En we gaan Apeldoorn, ontmoeten familie.”

“And we go Apeldoorn, meet family,” Benthe said.

Benthe kissed Boris and came to me, handing my glass of wine to Lana. She led me to Lana’s bedroom, leaving the door open.

We embraced and kissed in view of Boris. “Het wordt tijd dat je iets ontdekt, mijn geliefde.”

“It time you make discovery, my lover.”

Benthe watched me untie her bodice and remove it. I caressed her bare tits, leaning to suck on each nipple. She had me naked in seconds, kneeling to suck on my cock. I glanced out the open door seeing Boris watching his wife sucking on my cock. I wondered if she had said she wanted me to remain as her lover, and he agreed. It was obvious that Lana agreed, coming to the door, smiling, and watching her mom sucking on my cock.

Benthe had my eight inches fully hard and turned me sideways so Boris could see the long cock about to fuck his wife. I brought her to her feet, then leaned to pull down her skirt and underwear.

She looked so beautiful fully naked, and suddenly guided my head to kiss her stomach. I kissed it several times, then pulling back, noticed the difference in her from our last time together.

She smiled at me, her fingers combing my hair. I placed a hand on her stomach, and she nodded. “Ik weet zeker dat je baby zwanger is. Gepland februari.”

“Pregnant, certain your baby. Due February,” she said, reading the words from different pages.

I was stunned, almost laughing at the incredible occurrence. I looked back a Boris, my hand on Benthe’s stomach.

“Boris denkt dat de baby bij jou hoort. Hij is niet boos.”

“Boris think baby belong you. He not mad.”