This would continue until Sunday night at which point after I had properly her entire thick, sexy body she'd order me to my knees while she sat legs s...read wide facing me, rubbing her pussy through the panties. "Hmm", she said after briefly pulling aside her panties and looking down, "I seem to be quite a mess down there, now who's fault would that be?" "Mine" Id answer sheepishly. "Well its time for you to see what a mess you made" she replied with mock indignation as she slowly pulls her. Thank goodness, I was still too shocked to do anything other than stand up.I walked to a side table and selected a bottled water as the older man walked over and joined me."So, what do you think, Paula," he inquired.I responded with a look of pure innocence and sipped my water. I knew there had to be more."Dave said he was going to screw you before we leave tonight. Are you going to make it easy, or hard for him?" he asked.As I had no intentions of being fucked, by anyone, let alone a black. Later that afternoon by myself back at my house I wondered what to do and even considered stopping the whole thing, but I didn’t want to hurt her and I told myself that I would let it go no further. The following Friday her Grandmother traveled to a friends house about an hour and a half away. Celia called suggesting we go for a swim. It was about a hundred degrees in the shade, but the water was cold and soon we were splashing around having a good time. Celia walked up to me as I stood in. The war ended in May of 1945, and Giselle returned to the United States. Not as James Ryan as she had originally hoped, but as a pretty, French war bride.The couple took advantage of the GI Bill, and purchased a home in a small town in New Jersey. Rick became a building contractor, while Giselle practiced her English and settled in as a housewife. Within six years, they had three children.By chance one day during a family vacation, Giselle found herself passing through the tiny Vermont town.