" I had to translate that into Latin for those that didn't understand German.The soldiers faded back and we got a small settlement made to temporarily...house the newcomers. Over a meal where we all ate with the farmhands, I got the newcomers to talk about themselves. Most of the people present understood German but I still had to translate for Licinia and some of her family. This helped my grasp of Latin.After the meal Licinia took the women and their children to her stockpile of used but. Janet was a gourmand of kissing. If a kiss were a daily meal, she could season each one with a different spice the year long. Sadly, I only experienced Janet’s talents on two or three occasions. Rumor had it that after one particular party she stayed out well past her curfew (which must have been pretty generous to start with) and had shotgunned a few too many beers into the bargain. When she finally staggered home, she opened her front door to find her father standing there in his PJs, arms. And then there was Miss. Nielson. Nielson was the object of much effect (and erections) of the boys in the class. She had just divorced her husband, whom she caught sleeping with his secretary.Jenna needed to pass Miss Neilson's class to graduate. It was in the bag for Nikki, she was on the honor roll. Yet here they sat, in the class room, busted for cheating. Whereas Nikki was worried about getting kicked out of school, Jenna just cared about getting out of there."That bitch needs to get. I'd been thinking about her all the way home. To save time, we quickly moved into a sixty-nine, attacking each other's pussies like mad women. It must have sounded like a full fledged cat fight to anyone that could have heard, what with all the moans and mewling, the cries when one bit the other, and coarse language. That house had never heard the word fuck before and we were using it a lot to describe our emotions. The orgasms were quick, hard, and loud and memorable. We drove into each other.