You wank off my shaft as you suck it and use the other hard to play with my balls. You gag a little but take as much of my dick as you can. Eventually...you pull it out of your mouth, turn to face the car window, leaning against door. I pull your slutty thong to the side and push your pathetic excuse for a skirt up to your waste and I start fucking you from behind as you make ice cold eyes at the other guy in the car. I pump into you hard and pull your hair right back. You grab hold of the car. She'd be gone for a week, which would be the longest we'd been apart since we'd gotten married almost a full year ago. We got married just after we graduated from college and shortly thereafter moved out of state because of the job I landed. From this Sunday to the next, Stephanie is flying home to see her family and some of her old friends. It will be good for her to see everyone again.Although there's one friend, Rachel, I'm hoping she doesn't see much of. Rachel was Stephanie's roommate. Laurie was taking pictures of Katherine. I saw Kate’s face explode in a laugh we could not hear, watched her wriggle her breasts free from the bra, and play peek-a-boo with her ass. Then she kicked her panties away, and ran her fingers slowly over her shaved mound, pushing her hips towards Laurie. There was another flash. Laurie reappeared, and the two lovers embraced on their knees on the table, slowly sinking onto the surface, wrapped around each other, head to toe, kissing and licking at. Lishka was a member of an outfit called the “Schutzstaffel.” The SS is infamous now. But at the time, I just thought he was a National Socialist clown, in a bizarre uniform. His underpants probably had swastikas on them.Somebody must have tipped them off. Because, they both walked right up to me and sat down. Rommel did the talking. He spoke decent English. But I spoke better German. That sealed my fate.Believe me - we civilians were eager to stay in the good graces of the Germans back then. I.