Ha, ha," she laughed cruelly."All right," Ruth said, trying to fight back her tears. "I know something about you that I think might interest the Kamp ...ommandant."Ruth collected all her inner forces in order to finish what she had started. "I know that you and Gretchen are lovers. That is forbidden," Ruth told her."Oh you do, huh? Well let me tell you a thing or two. The Kamp Kommandant doesn't see Jewish sluts. And he wouldn't believe you. Never! You try anything like that, Bitch, and you won't. Neither of us had the patience to stay to the end. I drove her to a dark alley where the only sounds were from screeching cats. In the back seat, I banged into her with youthful exuberance until she let out a sound that mimicked the shrill sound of the cats. I came almost immediately after hearing her vocalize her orgasm. I stayed inside her while we locked in a lover's embrace that was more telling than words. It said that sex was good, especially good that night. It all ended when Samantha. " She was embarrassed to say it out loud, but she could clearly see the outlines of Heather's nipples.She scoffed, "And what's with this slogan written across your chest?" She read it out loud. "'Make me wet.'" She suspected the size of the letters were adjusted to make Heather's curves seem even more pronounced.Heather stood challenging and unrepentant. She smirked. "Hey, I live near the ocean and I like to go swimming. What's wrong with that?" Yeah, right. That's not exactly subtle innuendo.. We stand there caressing each other’s bodies wearing just our underwear. Though it has been but a few minutes, the need to come again is extreme. The silky feel of her flesh is driving me absolutely crazy. “So, we have all weekend long. Do you have any fantasies you’d like me to fulfill?” I ask her. “Could we start with the first one I mentioned,” she answers. My response isn’t verbalized. I simply lift her in my arms, walk a couple of steps towards the bed and drop her on it. Her smile is.