Now the disclaimer: Although Lt. Col. Benjamin Vandervoort is a real live person in history, this story is pure fiction and only borrows the name for ...ccuracy of the historical facts surrounding the fictional story…and for dramatic effect. Hope you enjoy. And vote…vote…vote! Chapter 9 Ste-Mere-Eglise, France, June 6, 1944 The twenty-seven year-old Lt. Col. Benjamin Vandervoort stood in the doorway of the cottage’s bedroom, his weight resting on a make-shift cane. The American officer stared in. .M: bore to hota hai per kya kare kam to karna hai na.. Kaise bi manage karle tha houn..Vo double meaning me bat karithi.. Table ke niche unka legs se mera leg touch hora tha. Muje himmat bad gayi socha jo hona chahiye hone do decide karliya our main unke legs se touch karne laga. Unka koi reaction nehi aya.. Khan eke bad main kaha main javunga.. But usne bataya thoda time bat karenge.. Unka beti sogayi thi.. Usne under se pani leke muje di , jab bend hoke pani diya mere eye ka direct unka. I then place my hands onto his thighs and rock my body back and forth gripping into his muscular thighs, I rapidly increase my pace as the pleasure increases, his hands clamped onto my breasts, him moaning as I shake his body with my hips and knees. His head and neck arched back as the sensation becomes exhilarating, I can feel his legs shaking with the pleasure, I rock like a horny rabbit fucking a doe, my breaths interrupted with moans and groans… he raises his back and gently pushes my. It would be in college she discovered her allergies to various other forms of birth controlRachel went to college and dated casually but nothing serious all the guys she met wanted sex far earlier then Rachel was willing to have it. It was Rachel's second semester of her freshman year when she slept with the second man in her life, Raven. Raven was a perfect gentleman and willing to wait until Melanie was ready. Raven was hoping it would happen before they went home for the summer, but it did.