That’s more important.”“You’re so romantic. Do you want me to open this?”“Really, I think we should move into the back seat first. It’s ...hilly out there.”“Well, I’ll go. You have the heater up high, though.”“Yeah. We have the car warm enough if we don’t open the doors. Unfortunately...”... “Yeah. It was chilly. What are you doing with the door still open?”“Just scoot over and take the blanket with you. I’m moving this seat as far forward as it will go.”“Okay, now you have lots of room. It’s. Or fun, depending on how Darlene took it when she woke up with a finger practically up her butt.My cock was aching, and I knew I needed a fuck or a piss real soon. I thought about fucking Tami as she lay sleeping, but thought she might not like it, particularly, if she woke to a loud orgasm in the middle of all our friends.The feeling of pulling Big Tony out of her cunt when I was so hard and needed to piss so bad was incredible. I didn't know whether it hurt so bad that it felt good, or felt. But she was less willing to let him slow their encounter, less willing to give into his softer urges. No matter, he had been here before, uncountable times. Their dance shifted, brought him down on her, his weight stilling her movements. She did not go easy, writhing underneath him, nails finding his back in punishment. He luxuriated in the pain – and the touch. But he was not willing to let her have her way, his mouth had not tasted enough of her yet. He loved the way her back arched as his. Then, the radios were blaring with the effrontery of the Poles to actually invade sacred German lands and the need to restore the proper perspective to a sometimes tenuous boundary. It had been a headache even before the excesses of the treaties of World War One with loss of lands to Poland and the loss of the Sudetenland with the sweep of a pen by some bureaucrat with hatred against the German people.The problems of the land restoration in the east was a promise of the Fuhrer along with the.