"In Magara, sir" this prompted a sincere look from the man, "Lydia, one of the officers here, she was a medic there. She said it was rough in that bat...le. I think too many paid a high price for that victory as the press called it, they even named it The new battle of Bastogne." it was said in a bit stern and angry tone. "Tell me, were you among those who were encircled?", he asked as he put on back his glasses. "Yes, I was sir" I answered, not really sure how to approach the subject myself. I. I guess Susan must have seen that I was my normal self because she continued, "If it’s okay with you I mean, I don't want to make you embarrassed." Of course it was okay with me, I didn't want her to be dressed at all. I just loved this sight, her long slim legs and those small panties over a pussy I now knew was totally shaved and the semi wet T-shirt not to be forgotten. "No, that's all right with me, Susan" I replied when I had managed to straighten out my thoughts. "So what do you think is. What do you think? was all I wrote. After a few minutes I got a response. Look, I know you are conflicted. I know you like my sister. I cant tell you what to do. But youre young and its not like you two have been very exclusive lately. Remember last weekend. ,) She was right. The threesomes with her sister didnt scream exclusivity. Still, theres no way she would be cool with these extra extra-curriculars. When it came right down to it, I was still young, still had a lot of time to settle down,. She was cleanly shaved down there with not a single stubble in sight. As she started to lift her little but a bit, the slurping and sucking noises began.I could see in the mirror behind her, that he held her long hair in a tight grip again, as he did the night before and apparently on countless other occasions during the last three months. The sounds of her licking and sucking on his cock made me crazy, although I was not able to see how he entered her beautiful mouth this time. The movements.