As she had drifted off intodaydreams about violence, pain, sex, being bound, and other things that sheconsidered horrible, but yet she could not deny ... strange twinge in her pussyand inner thighs when she woke up she knew she was in heat from these dreamsbut how could it be. How could fear and adrenaline make her so hot??herthoughts would have continued but she hears the bell ring saying she was latefor class, her daydreams got her in trouble again.Jason a strong willed and mindedperson always. And they took me straight to one of their field hospitals." I've not seen coffee for about four years.” Penny grinned. "I could only ever dream about non-service issue stockings"“Yeah, tell me about your job. Driving wasn't it?"“Yes. I was a General's driver,” she said proudly. "I got demobbed last week, but I've been busy in the house, since your parents di—,” her voice cracked and I reached for her.“You need to show me where they're buried."I'd been in a Nazi prison under sentence of death. All she remembered was she was on a very long train going though a tunnel. She blinked at the light coming in her bedroom window, sat up, stretched, and took a deep breath, inhaling the rich aroma coming from the coffee brewing in their automatic coffee maker. She got up, yawned, stumbled towards her bathroom, turned on the light, and shuddered as she saw herself in the mirror. It was the typical morning-Tricia face that always startled her. Blotchy skin and bed-head mocked her. She turned on. I was stopped from my mission by the stockings. Not wanting to waste any time removing them properly, I ripped then down the middle. Revealing a lacy black thong. I ran my fingers over it softly but hard. I looked up at my mother when she moaned and smiled. She had her head pressed against the couch and her eyes were closed. She was biting her lip and I could tell that she wanted more. I could smell her sweet pussy and I knew that it wanted more as well. I slid her panties to the side and.