Grabbing my head by the roots of my hair and moving from your position on me, you roughly drag my body from the bed, until I am on my knees in front o... you. I feel small against your monumental stature above me, but I love it. You’re the man and I am your woman. I’m here to please you in all the ways that you want. I eagerly lick your shaft from base to tip, flicking and circling my tongue around your head, before gliding back down. My hands work your dick, as I engulf one of your heavy balls. After school she had not had to work and had stopped at home to help her ageing mother.In 1938 she had met a young German man named Wolfram, who was on holiday in Oostende. They had fallen in love, and despite her parents dislike, and virtual hatred of all Germans, they had married. The wedding in Zeebrugge had turned out to be a typical German drunken affair. His parents did not come to the wedding nor did any of her other relatives. His relatives were some way away in North Germany and. Unlike the clock tower, which somehow had the appearance of crude hand craftsmanship, the monument was distinctly otherworldly. No hand carved these images.Of course, it didn't help anyone that the subjects depicted were as confused as everyone else. They remembered that day as clearly as everyone. Recalling standing for the first time before the monument, both PteriDae and Gareth related the same feelings to Wildhair. It was as if the images both were and were not them. Gareth told her once. I was sixteen and working in a external hard suit. I was in the cave we had just finished pulling several tons of raw ore from when the asteroid shuddered. I turned and carried the twin mining lasers as I headed towards the opening.I froze when I saw the barge ripped apart. I took a step just as two Kregal fighters swept over and two missiles impacted and exploded in the barge, "NO!"I stared as the bridge and living area was exposed to space. I spun and looked around desperately before focusing.