God... I'm cumm... " quietly escapes your lips.You throw your hands on the ancient wall of the guard tower and fuck me back. The need to be fucked har... overrides your worries of being caught. You need and desire the cock that is alternately deep in your ass and then slipping back out.Over and over, pulling you back and pushing my hips forward just to push your hips forward as I withdraw. It seems to go on forever, but in reality it is only a few minutes.You open your mouth to scream but nothing. You couldn't walk off with priceless pieces of art or national treasures(at least weren't supposed to), but nobody cared if you took a gun offof a dead soldier, or a bottle of wine from a bombed out building.Tom had sent a few things home. Mostly things that would look good on ashelf or in a display cabinet to prove to others and act as a reminderto him that he had been part of the conflict.And as it happened, during the closing days of the conflict he foundhimself in a ransacked bomb shelter.. He couldn’t help it, he instantly knew he was going to cream his pants. There was nothing that could stop her grinding and by the look on her face as she leaned back, she was going to cum, too. Anna moaned his name a few times, her hand on his shoulder squeezing as her hips gave a few more rough thrusts over his dick. He pulled her head down to his, their eyes meeting before he ravished her mouth with his, George’s tongue slipping past her lips and into the moist cavern of her mouth. As the. He then attached thethree tabs to the stocking.Dr Smythe was making appreciative, almost cooing sounds and giving himencouraging rub on his shoulder. Jimmy then repeated the process withthe other stocking. I could just hear him saying to Dr Smythe, ?Theyfeel so smooth and satiny, they are wonderful, just like you said.? DrSmythe moved between me and Jimmy but I could see that she was helpinghim smooth them out and I heard the word stocking mentioned more times.I looked down at my petticoat.