In her own way, she was much attuned to the urges of appetites long suppressed by the fear of eternal damnation and the condemnation of rumor-mongerin... peers. She had many sins to atone for but had no intention of curtailing her nocturnal impulses until she was much closer to her final breath.In all honesty, the good lady was much impressed with the handsome Sir Lawrence and she harbored some dark thoughts about his possible needs for feminine companionship whilst a guest in the privacy of her. " It's very erotic, Carlo. It will feel so good. Come on!" Okay. It seems you want me too."Carlo pulled apart her buttocks and poured the oil down her butt. He pushed his finger into her butt and felt her inside. She moaned while he did that."Fuck my asshole with your finger. Do it!" Are you sure? Wouldn't you want me to work on your front? I want to touch your breasts. I never felt a woman's bosoms before." Really? Are you a virgin, Carlo?" Yea. I want to see your boobs. Please turn. "It's an oldie, but the classics are classics for a reason." So what's out there tonight? We're safe enough in here, but we can't be housebound forever." Plenty friendlies, bad guys resting, maybe waiting for a better chance. Some extra patrols. Should be a quiet night." I'm afraid they might try something during the day using people as cover and camouflage, thinking we will hold back. I really don't want to spread the ugliness around." At least we know who 'we' are. They don't, nor do they. "Shot off at Stalingrad. Now what can I do for you?" We've come for Hans Strohmann," said Helmut."Have you now?" he replied stroking his chin with his left hand. "May Iask why?" I'm afraid I'm not at liberty to say." No need," chuckled the major, "I know why you're here. He's yoursister's boyfriend and you want to take him away from here because youcan." You know about Hans and Gerda?" I said. "I was under the impression Hansdidn't talk about his personal life." He doesn't, but all letters have.