" I visited the Ardennes." Where's that?" In southern Belgium. How long have you lived in this country?" Five years. You're staring at me." I can't ge... over how French you look for a British girl." My father was born in Lille, France. What's in the Ardennes?" You didn't read my emails." Don't get angry. Pretend we never corresponded." I went to Bastogne." Never heard of it." It's the scene of a pivotal engagement in the Battle of the Bulge."A blank stare from Delphine."You know, World War II. I moved up on my knees and buried it in my throat as he was starting to shake. I brought up my hand and used my nails to lightly tease his balls. My other hand went to his firm stomach, scratching him lightly. He grabbed my hair and started helping me, fucking my face onto his cock. Suddenly with a load roar he shot ropes of hot delicious cum into my throat and I swallowed every precious drop. As He sat there shaking I slowly lifted my mouth off his cock and licked it clean. He reached down and. She pushed me back and quickly removed my shirt and slipped off her pants and panties at once. That familiar pussy greeted me. I moved my fingers down and started playing with her clit. Her hand immediately went down to tell me to apply more force. I rubbed her pussy as she pushed back against my hand. She then began to fumble with my pants but could not undo my belt. I reluctantly left her pussy and undid it for her. She immediately went for my pants and forced me out of them and pushed me. I finished deep inside her. I laid down beside her, I realized that this was actually the first time I had with her alone since the weekend started. I think she realized this too. She looked at me with her gorgeous eyes, some of the emotion was returning in them now. She had a look of feeling betrayed. She opened her mouth “I can’t believe you’re doing this to me.” As her eyes welled up with tears. I remained stout “You did this to yourself sis. If you weren’t such a bitch to me in high school,.