IhrBlick war vertr?umt in den Himmel gerichtet und ihre flache Brust hobund senkte sich unter noch immer ziemlich schnellen Atemz?gen. Wie wiralle war...auch sie au?er Atem. Ein unglaublich h?bscher Anblick.Vikis Stimme riss mich aus meinen Tr?umereien. "Kommt, M?dels. Wirsollten uns abtrocknen und anziehen damit wir zur?ck kommen, bevor esganz dunkel wird. Sonst bekommt die Piefe wieder zu viel!"So standen wir auf und rubbelten uns mit den mitgebrachten Handt?chernso gut es ging trocken. Zuletzt. All was silent. Each of the German soldiers had been killed but Private Hans Rickmers, seventeen years old, slender and slight, 5’7”. He had been wounded in the leg. When he was sure the resistance fighters had left he began calling out to his older brother, “Karl! Karl!” When he discovered the body of his brother, Hans cradled the bloody, broken body in his arms, crying bitterly, “My brother! My brother!”After Hans composed himself, he applied a first aid bandage to the wound over his trousers. After half a dozen deep breathes, Ashleigh held Sharon’s face in her hands and kissed her gently. She kissed her nose, her eyes, her forehead, her cheeks, and finally her open mouth. Sharon savored this moment as the culmination of Ashleigh’s love for her and passionately kissed her back. Finally, Sharon withdrew her fingers from Ashleigh’s asshole, accompanied by a long sigh from Ashleigh. When she could speak, she simply said, ‘Oh, Sharon, that was fantastic. Thank you.’ ‘I’m so glad you. One was completely naked. He was spread-eagled on his cot, his mouth gaping, sucking air, and snoring. I could see that his cock was limp, and his balls hung loose. Looking down each line of cots I saw that the one on the end, on the right, held the naked body of my sister. My original fears were realized, she was curled in a tight fetal position. Next to hers was an empty cot.As the strong smell of sex filled my nostrils the images of what might have occurred filled my brain. The reality of my.