Holding her in my arms I kissed her again and pulled back telling her it's ok because I've been falling for her for quite some time. Grabbing the soap...I wash her back taking extra time to massage her wonderful ass even going so far as to slip a finger down and massage her anus. Turning her around I wash the front, paying careful attention to those hard nipples sticking out at me. After making sure they are completely clean I suck them into my mouth one ofter the other nibbling with my teeth.. I could not hide the tent that had started to grow in my pants. To my stunned amazement, the young lady just smiled, turned her back to me and pressed her beautiful body against me. We rocked together on the bus for a couple minutes. My cock was now hard and pressing into her sweet, tight butt. She turned her head and whispered into my ear, “What do you want to do to me? Apart from the obvious of course."I said, “To start with I would like to kiss you on your ruby red lips.” Before I could. Feeling bit sleepy; I lay down naked on my bed as usual, sensing the dizziness; also a bit drunk and disturbed about the happening in the bar. I was still recalling the handsome face of the man with a killer smile on his innocent face. What had he seen in me to have such an opinion and fascination about me. I think; I never went advertising my clash of thoughts, I was extremely careful standing at the urinals and made sure not to show the extra-long size of my even the limp cock to the people. True, Greta had said some mild things against the Nazi party, to his dismay and consternation, but traitor? Impossible! She was a loyal German. As loyal as Der F ührer, himself. She just had a funny way of showing it sometimes."Mein Oberf ührer, I don't believe... " SHUT UP, VON YURT! There is no denying it, She is the one I am referring to. She is the one who has used her raggedy and pitiful little weekly newsletter to blast the party's treatment, or I should say mistreatment, of the.