Their eyes all burned with lust. They stared at us with hungry eyes.They wanted to watch me feast on Angela's cunt.“Stop looking at me!” I screame... as Angela's partisan swung.What was wrong with me? The fight. I had to—Angela's polearm swept my feet out from beneath me. I crashed backward and landed with a hard thud. And then she was over me. Her foot slammed down between my breasts, pressing me to the ground. Cum dripped from her cunt, splattering my belly.“Time to eat my juicy cunt,” Angela. ’ The tears that poured from Julie’s eyes put Niagara Falls to shame. The mental image I received returned my tears from earlier. I relived that night in her shoes, causing goosebumps and chills to shoot through my body. I saw the heartless face of my father taking his anger out among somebody he was supposed to love and protect. Julie brought me back to reality continuing her rant. ‘Know why I don’t hate you? I fear you more than any other guy. I look at you and all I can see is that monster.. In German, a tomcat is female, while, how can Uncle Dave say this without getting yelled at, a mama dog is male. A girl isn’t a “she,” but an “it.” Eventually the Germans get all frustrated and angry at having to call mama dogs male, and they express their rage by invading Belgium or Poland or wherever. Say what you will about French, at least even they can call mama dogs female.Anyway, the good people of Wittenberg are going to see what’s on the cathedral door, and, instead of the bingo. "Jenny and I led the way, our bare boobs bouncing. I must admit that I experienced a thrill of fear when I walked off the dark deck and into a well-lit hallway where anyone could see. But Kevin and Mike seemed so impressed by us outrageous females that I didn't want to spoil things by putting my top back in place. Besides I have to admit that there was something deeply erotic about flashing myself that boldly in a public place.The men groaned in unison when they confronted the narrow neatness.