She seemed to like it, because she began to squirm and say things like "Oh yes, I like that!"I parted her bush and felt the wetness of her cunt. I was...amazed at the complexity of her slit, the many folds of flesh hidden beneath her dark hair. As I nibbled on her ear she guided me to the places that pleasured her most. My fingers slid up and down her slit, then probed deeply into her, my hand practically diving into her love tunnel and filling her. Eventually she guided my fingers to her clit. I. Rommel inquired about his unit and his health.“I/104 Schützen Regiment, Herr Feldmarschall,” Dieter replied. “My leg is improving. They have me walking a little.”“I am visiting to award you your Verwundetenabzeichen [Wound Badge],” Rommel said. He pinned a silver pin to Dieter’s gown.“Silver?” Dieter asked. “This is my first wound.” The Wehrmacht awarded black Wound Badges for the first or second time a soldier was wounded.“Are you sure?” Rommel asked. The aide beside him looked flustered at. "Now take another pass only a little farther to the left ? then alittle farther to the right. Overlap the brush strokes a little. Perfect!Oh, honey, you are doing such a good job. You've done this before,haven't you?" Arlene complimented.Wendell was mesmerized by the feel, smell and texture of his Mother'shair. He couldn't get over how silky it was and how, with each stroke, itseemed to bounce and shine more and more. He was so caught up in his taskthat it was as if he was in his own little. My cock was starting to jerk about again and I hoped she would sit down soon so her delicious bum was not waving right under my nose in the front of the bus.Our first night was to be in Amsterdam and the visit to the famous "Red Light" district where the girls sat in various forms of undress in windows to entice clients into their web of depraved activities.It was obvious that Patricia knew exactly what was going on and why all the men were hot to get started on the tour. However, she was far.