Tonight, however, she had caught me. She was wearing an impossibly short miniskirt and a low cut white shirt that had no shoulder straps and stayed on...simply by being tight. Under this she was wearing a slightly higher cut brown spaghetti strap shirt that squeezed her breasts together and showed off a wonderful amount of her 33c cleavage. When she had seen me looking at her tits, we had been watching Shoot 'Em Up, and I had been just stopped hiding the huge bulge in my pants, thinking that it. Once letting go of her nipples I undid her buttons to her jeans and removed them with her G string. Her puss was freshly shaven and wet as can be. I placed my hand between her legs and my middle finger rubbed back and forth between her pussy lips. She moaned as I fingered her and I soon entered my middle finger into her cunt and rubbed it back and forth against her G spot. Her pussy tightened around my finger as her moans became louder and as she started orgasmning he legs became week and I. My eyes flowed over her body. From her wide, dark bush that trailed up toward her belly button (I love her natural look), to her large breasts, that sag just perfectly, and have the wide, dark areola that just seem so perfect, so womanly. She raised her arms and I saw that she actually had started growing under-arm hair. I was amazed yet again. There were no bounds to this woman's incredible sensual nature. I groaned and stroked my cock to relieve some of the pressure. "So, you haven't told me. The old couple who opened the doorthe door for her saw a tired, hungry, dirty little girl clutching her dolland telling them an incredible story of people getting killed. At the timethey thought it was just a little girl's nightmare. The old couple couldn'tbelieve that the Germans could be that savage. They told her they would nonthe less protect her until she found her family. Fortunately the old man wasthe head of the collective farm. He continued to lead the collective farmunder the Germans.