He lived with them for a few years before setting out on his own. He was still reserved about expressing himself in English. To me, it seemed like a m...tter of self-confidence. Jurgen confessed however, it was to avoid discrimination. In his mind, there were a number of people out there still fighting the war. His English was better than he allowed others to know, but now, with my understanding of German, he said he felt more secure. He told me I showed no signs of prejudice, and in fact, it. I couldn’t just say ‘baby stop hanging out with her, she gives me the creeps’ now could I? No. I had to sit idly by and watch as they became fast friends. “Danny,” Kara had called one day, “Ashley and I are going to the mall, you want to come with?” “Uhh, no thanks, sweetheart.” “Oh come on! I’ll buy you ice cream.” I did love my ice cream. “What am I, a little kid? Next time, I promise.” She had sighed and hung up. As it turned out, next time was to be the very next day. “But. He could feel the dampness on the back of his head as he slid his way onto the pillow, the traces of her cunt-juice matting his hair. As his face moved into position beneath her, he was overwhelmed by the intoxicating scent of her seeping juices. Elliott breathed deep, loving the warm womanly fragrance emanating from his mother’s weeping little box. He looked up, seeing her curvy bum partially covered by the sexy chemise. He spotted that stream of emulsion, which had slid lewdly down the inside. The hot water felt so very, very good as it coursed down her statuesque and perfectly toned and tanned form. After drying herself, she walked out of the shower and into the corridor.She was still naked but very much warmer now and quite comfortable. The sun had shone through the bathroom window onto her body, its beams dancing with subtle brilliance off her skin's smooth lustre with its delicately fine covering of tiny red-gold hairs, each one a minute and coruscating jewel, gleaming in the.