“I’ll wash a lot more than that.” I k**ded. We had a long, very interesting, shower. I’ve never had that much fun getting clean. She was very ...layful, and took great joy trying to tickle me while we washed each other. The novelty factor certainly didn’t hurt either. Afterwards, I helped her dry off. At least, I thought I was helping. Wouldn’t want her tits or ass to get chapped after all. Then we went back to the bedroom. I helped her collect her clothing, then sat on the bed. “What sounds. I begin the same way only I notice that she is not getting wet when I run my hand between her legs so I ask her what’s wrong when she says she doesn’t know so I hit her harder and I feel wetness on my leg ok so now I know she wants it rough how is she still a virgin I don’t know I reach between her legs and pinch her clit and tell her to cum as she soaks my leg. With the force of her orgasm I hold her as she cries when she calms down I ask her how she feels and she looks at me like she doesn’t. Taking my hands to my face, burying my eyes into my palms, I start to feel comfort in the rain and wind around me. As if mother nature is holding me close, letting me know it’s okay to release all that I hold so dear. My thoughts turn to loss and loneliness wishing I could find this comfort also in people. The noise of the rain in the leaves fills my ears, the presence of another not even felt. My body jumps as fingers tips trace over the hair running down my cheeks. I look up startled, his. Thanks to Bill and my sister I had a very good idea of how things were done between a man and a woman, and thanks to my sister I was far beyond my years in the art of pleasing a woman. But it would be many years later before the last of my education was completed.In the years following the war, it was a great time to be a Frenchman.Though the war had ravaged our country and scarred our lives horribly, thanks to Allied assistance and our own determination we were rebuilding our shattered.