I was looked after by the nice German couples who owned the gasthauses we stayed in. By the time they settled us down on a small Army base in the foot...ills of Bavaria, I was fluent in German with a pronounced southern (Bavarian/Baden-Württemberg) accent.When we arrived in the tiny community, daddy told me that the nearest decent-sized towns were Augsburg and Munich. I loved it there. Whether he was home or on duty somewhere else, my dad always made sure I got to go to the Oktober Fest in Munich. I was always a bit shy about sex, but Liz was always encouraging me to find 'myself' and explore. I had shared just about everything with her, accept for what I had going on with Brian, her husband.No we weren't sleeping together, but he had always been very flirty with me. Once when I was only 16, I caught him looking at me in a way no 'man' had ever done before. I he gazed across my lower body, clearly staring at my ass, and as I turned, my crotch. My shorts were too tight and too short for. There were plenty of books in the room and a CD rack and stereo in the corner. Eva gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and whispered‘I will be back in a minute’When she’d left the room I strolled over to the CD collection and had a look. There was some good stuff there. Blues, Jazz, Folk…some Radiohead, Ani DiFranco…not bad. I took a look at some of the books. Again there was a bit of everything there from romance to philosophy. Quite a few English language novels. As I perused them I heard the. It is very hot in the washroom so he takes his shirt off. From where you are sitting you can see his strong body, his muscles are firm and you daydream of him holding you again. As you daydream he glances your way and can see up your dress to your light blue panties. Loosing concentration on his work he smashes his hand into the wall and screams in pain. You run over to see if he is OK. The smell of his sweat sends shivers up your spine. Your nipples become hard and your breathing comes.