Right, details. I have brown hair and grey eyes. My lookers are probably my best feature. I've never really liked anything else body-wise, so they're ...inda the only thing I like besides one OTHER thing...Anyway, on with this story...A while back I was having some personal issues. I was forgetting long spans of time, getting into arguments, blacking out and then later learning I was just in an angry rage. It took one really serious event to kick me in the ass and snap me out of that funk. I. Grab your pleasure while you still can-- before it's too late. "Oh, that boy!" Alicia ran from the TV room, down the hall andinto the foyer. She threw open the front door. Ricky, resembling a drowned rat, trudged in through the door,his sneakers squishing. "Gotta get my raincoat," he said, pantinghard from his sprint through the rain and up the front walk. Heshivered, clutching himself. Alicia whisked off his baseball cap, showering the oak wallwith rainwater. "Why didn't. ‘Dreng! Oh…oh.’ I gasped his name as he began to stimualte that spot deep inside of me. I could feel the first stirring of release beginning to build up. His thrusting became more focused and deeper he drove into my womb. I knew that he would soon climax for now he was grunting softly. Opening my eyes, I looked into his eyes. They were fixed on mine and we kissed as the first wave of pleasure gripped me. I lifted my hips to meet his quickening thrusts. A second wave of pleasure followed and I. In the fall of 1945 they returned to what was now West Germany find their fortune reduced to rubble, the family home lost in the bombings. Like the rest of Germany, the Koenigs rebuilt. His family had, by the time of the Sa'arm, managed to become successful light industrialists feeding subassemblies to many of the world's "name brand" manufacturers. When the interdiction field went down in that biergarten in Munich, it was with only a mild regret for the privileged but doomed life they were.