Her nipples are hard again and she is squirming slightly. Your focus is on her face but she is watching your hand. I see you reach across and take he... hand and place it on my cock. You lean across me and take her face in your hands and kiss her softly. She looks at you and blushes. She lowers her eyes but raises her face to you now and leans towards you. You softly kiss her lips, her cheeks, her neck, all the while she is slowly stroking my cock. You reach down now and begin to lightly stroke. Things were changing rapidly down at city hall and only the most pro-Hitler police and militia were being promoted to take charge of the bureaucratic mess. The Vichy bunch was already shipped out to some unknown location inside Germany where they could do no harm from the Gestapo viewpoint.One of my informants down at the courthouse was a girl called Francesca.She was part French, part Italian and part Austrian.She spoke French without an accent, Italian with a cosmopolitan air and Austrian. He had always hated his father.A few well placed kicks and Athol was now suddenly an orphan, but he didn't really seem to care. As he thought about this new change, he realized that he no longer had anything to tie him to the area.And at this point it is unclear what happened after his father's death because the records were sketchy at best, but a few short months later Athol had overthrown the King in his country and seated himself on the formers throne as the new King.He finally had money,. He ran the tips of his fingers up my calves, over my knees, and along my thighs. The memory of our first attempt flashed before my eyes and I stopped it just before things when haywire and closed my eyes. I took a deep breath to calm myself, but I must have changed my expression because Jeff stopped just short of my panties. “Why did you stop?” I asked opening my eyes to looking at him. “You looked scared. Are you okay?” he asked looking concerned. “Yes, I was just remembering our first attempt.