I'm thinking it's for the best, he's right. I can't resist him."Is that what you really want?" he says. I say nothing, just stand there. Trying not to...breath to heavily. The next thing I know he's right behind me whispering in my ear."You know the thing that's driven me crazy all day?" he asks."No," I reply softly."The thought of you walking around here all afternoon with no panties on," he whispers."How would you know that?" I ask. But I know the answer. He took them.He chuckles and places his. He wore some old gray sweat pants, and well-used running shoes. He didn't look like he was wearing socks. The cold didn't seem to bother him. God had blessed Nicholas with a magnificent body. He was tall—a whole head taller than myself—lean, well-muscled, though he insisted that he'd never worked out a day in his life. He kept his dark hair trimmed short, finger-length, just a tad shorter than my own blond locks. The sun had colored his skin a beautiful bronze color. I felt my pussy. "My regiment had fought and died those days in early July, 1944. Yet when we finally entered Caen, tired half-starved people began to cheer. Not only that, a few brazen and obviously relieved civilians ventured forth and embraced and gave us hastily picked flowers. Many civilians were weeping, more were dazed from the fury of the fighting. I felt very inadequate, most of the rubble that was left of the city, had been massed bombed only the night before by the Allied air force. The few men under. Damn you suck better than your mom''god that made me happyi dont know why but it made me hardknowing i sucked better than mom he fished as i sucked, it was really nicehe pet on my head and call me a good cock sucker''want me to come in your bed at night and make you taste your mum pussy juice on my cock''''i love to fuck her , your mom got used to my bbc while she was still with ur looser dad''''no wonder wh is k** love cock too''''i teach her to suck in my car at night and she swear she would.