Chapter 29

I wrote several letters to my parents telling them more about Lana and her parents, we were getting married on the 21st of July, and they’d become grandparents next year. In case Boris and Benthe decided to emigrate to Canada, I asked my parents if they would agree to sponsor them.

It was a busy time, helping what I could to prepare for our wedding. Lana led me outside to the back corner of the farmhouse. She used a small crowbar to pry out the bottom cornerstone that was hallow. Wrapped inside several rags was a canvas bag. She opened it, opened my hand and poured several rings onto it.

She held up a yellow gold ring that had five stones, diamonds, I guessed. The other three rings she showed me fit together to form a set. She didn’t put them on her finger but showed me how they go together. The larger of the three being the engagement ring.

“Trouwringen versleten overgrootouders, aan mij nagelaten. Heb een lang, gelukkig huwelijk. Veel geluk voor ons.”

“Wedding rings worn great grandparents, bequeathed to me. Have long, happy marriage. Good luck for us.”

I certainly wasn’t a jeweller, but they sure looked expensive and had to be at least close to a 100 years old. No wonder she had them well hidden from the Germans.

Lana led me inside, giving the rings to her mother, who held them to her breast and saying a short prayer. I watched as she placed the rings in a bowl, pouring baking soda and vinegar on them. I watched the chemical reaction.

“Zuiveringszout en azijn zorgen voor een goede reiniging van de ringen.”

“Baking soda and vinegar will give the rings a good cleaning.”

Lana brought out the pants to my new suit and had me put them on. She liked the boxer-style shorts I wore because the opening provided her easy access to my cock and balls.

Benthe joined her to sit on the couch, pulling me closer. Benthe adjusted the sitting of my pants on my waist, rubbing her palm over my front. I watched as she placed pins along each side, down several inches. I could feel the material tighten more around my groin. She had me take them off, and threading a needle, began to sew.

“You did a good job, sewing up my leg wound,” I said, pointing to my left calf muscle. She nodded, seeming to understand.

Lana released my cock and balls from my shorts and began to stroke and sucking. Benthe would glance at Lana sucking on my cock and pause from sewing when offered her time to suck on it.

“Je weet dat het lichtgekleurde materiaal de omtrek van zijn haan laat zien, vooral als hij hard is.”

“You know that the light coloured material will show the outline of his cock, especially when it is hard,” Benthe said.

“Ik weet. Ik wil dat mijn vriendinnen zien wat van mij is en ik ben er trots op om te pronken met de grootte van zijn pik.”

“I know. I want my girlfriends to see what is mine, and I’m proud to show off the size of his cock.”

“Wees voorzichtig met het plagen van je vrienden, ze willen misschien zijn pik tussen hun benen en in hun mond proeven.”

“Be careful teasing your friends, they may want to sample his cock between their legs and in their mouths.”

‘Ik vind het vreemd opwindend om te zien hoe Richard je neukt. Misschien vind ik het net zo opwindend om te zien hoe hij een van mijn vriendinnen neukt, vooral Elke.”

“I find it oddly arousing to watch Richard fucking you. Maybe I’ll find it to be equally arousing to watch him fuck one of my girlfriends, especially Elke.”

“Poppa lijkt het wel leuk te vinden om mijn bed te horen kraken als Richard je neukt.”