She looked up at him, and almost as if in a trance, Jared moved his lips until they touched hers. Her mouth was closed tightly against his, but he con...inued to press more firmly until finally she relaxed and her mouth opened. His kiss deepened, and she returned the kiss. His tongue pushed inside as he continued to kiss his daughter. She tasted so good. Her tongue met his tentatively. Groaning, he moved his body as he gently pushed her down on the floor. And still they kissed. His mouth moved. He gently supported her while she panted and muttered about how good it all felt. One of her hands left the wall as soon as it could, to grab at his lap and paw at his belt. His free hand helped, then four hands were fumbling, then his bare ass landed back on the too-cold, too-low bench and she was swarming onto his lap.Grasping, stroking, positioning. He felt a hint of warmth and wetness surround the head of his cock, and then she sat down all at once.Their eyes went wide, and met, and each. The day was warm andsunny and villagers were out in the fields, working the land. It was analmost idyllic, rustic scene, one that belied the fact this was acountry under siege yet reflected a simple truth: whatever circumstancesin the wider world might be, life went on and the fields still had to betended.Not that long ago we would have taken the train but though the workersof Deutsche Reichsbahn had laboured mightily to keep the lines opensince the war had come to Germany, the level of bombing. The weak December sun was beginning to peek over the horizon. The light was pale grey, cold as the air. He turned to look at the young woman sleeping next to him. Her light auburn hair was half covering her face. She looked so peaceful. Looking back, even as recently as the past summer, Dave wouldn't have believed that he could have such a beautiful college freshman as a live-in lover. It was just a fantasy for men like him. Men in their fifties never got so lucky.He couldn't resist her..