Wendy was a wonder, a girl and a half in every direction. when she removed her pants and underwear I got a sniff of her sweaty cunt and felt myself ge...ting wet. As I inhaled Wendy's wonderful musky aroma my thoughts went back to the cock I saw warming my pussy further. we went into the atrium with a couple of beers and Wendy told me to get on the massage table. This is where we always talked and I loved the feel of her strong hands rubbing the day away. As she massaged my back she asked about. His proclamations are now meaningless without the sanction of the NKVD. It’s now clear who the real authority in the area is to be. Each of us in the squadron knew that rules we had hitherto deliberately ignored were to be enforced.What then of our little operation with Noddy and the British? What about our occasional sojourn across to the American Zone? Our chats to the storage dump guards - the cheerful chap from Virginia who tossed me a cigar on VJ Day? All these new friends of ours who, we. My nails raked along his back causing a shiver down his spine. I used my feet to urge him deeper with every thrust. His hands held tight to my shoulders keeping me in place. This went on and on till there was a sheen of sweat covering over our bodies. He raised his head to lock eyes with me. "I wanna watch your face as you cum." With those words he reared back then slammed me with all the power he possessed. "Ahhhhhh....." I groaned.He now ravished me like a man on a mission. I shut my eyes. .as I sat on the bed she pulled out a bottle of expensive vodka. It wasn't "top shelf", it was the stuff kept in the back room. Grabbing a couple shot glasses she filled them up and we toasted. The vodka was as cold as ice and was smoother than Grey Goose or Belvadere. Snatching the empty glass from my hand, she started kissing my neck. Her breath was filled with booze and the smell of burnt almonds, which as I had learned is what meth smells like when smoked. She grabbed my crotch, "Oh Daddy,.