” “Your German is flawless,” Hans said. “Why is a German girl here?” “I am Jewish.” “Why didn’t you kill me?” ... “You have a gun. Why don’t you kill me?” “I do not hate Jews,” Hans replied adamantly, “I love Germany.” “My father did too,” the girl said. “He fought in the German Army on the Western Front in the last war. He was wounded. He and my mother were killed at Dachau.” “My parents died in a bombing raid.” “Well then,” the girl said, “I guess we. Hatt." The woman smiled warmly. "Your grandmother lefteverything to you." Seeing the look of distrust in the large Hispanicman's eyes, she pulled a card from her purse that she handed to him."This is Mr. Hatt's address, you are more than welcome to visit, ofcourse that is if Mr. Hatt wishes?" Looking over at Bob as if to questionif she had done the right thing.Miguel turned the card so that Bob could read it, "Yea that'sgrandmother's address." Bob nodded."Your address now Mr. Hatt." The woman. Then a few tears went down my cheeks."What's wrong?" Randy asked."I'm just so happy to have you," I replied.Then I put my hands around his head and pressed it up against my boobs. He wasn't complaining at all. They were only B-cup boobs, but they were still nice and soft, just the way he liked."Damn you have perfect boobs sis," Randy said."I know," I replied.Then I let go of his head and he grabbed onto my boobs, one in each hand. Then for the first time ever, he licked my nipples. He licked. Stella reached in her bag and redialled. She left the phone open, so Kieran could hear the sexual screams of Mack ruining his wife.“Harder, fucker,” she cried as Mack slapped her arse.Her body soon went numb as his cock drove in her wet hole. Mack kept going further up her vagina pushing her against a coffee table squashing her breasts against the wooden surface. Stella fell to the floor in a state of sexual fulfilment as she came hard and fast. Mack pulled off her dress and started to enjoy.