Her left hand slowly massaged each breast, slowly tweaking each nipple as her right hand impatiently made its way between her legs. "Fuck..." she whis...ered to herself, using her middle and ring finger to slowly massage her clit. It wasn't long before her back was pressed against the shower wall and her right leg was propped up on the side of the tub as she roughly sank two fingers deep inside her dripping wet cunt. She bit her lower lip and whimpered slightly as the memory of Ryan filling her. The other motorcycles crashed. Their riders tried to shoot at unseen enemies. French resistance fighters quickly mowed them down with submachine gun fire. The resistance fighters fled to avoid the approach of more Germans. All was silent. Each of the German soldiers had been killed but Private Hans Rickmers, seventeen years old, slender and slight, 5’7′. He had been wounded in the leg. When he was sure the resistance fighters had left he began calling out to his older brother, ‘Karl! Karl!’. Both my son and wife were surprised to see me walk in the door. I admit I was a bit let down that I did not walk into something more sinister but both were found in the kitchen. My wife was cooking dinner while my son sat at the table. I did notice that my wife was not wearing a bra, which was rare, at least when I was home.I asked my son if I could borrow his mom for a minute as I led her by the hand into the pantry. As soon as the door was shut, I backed her up against the wall and started. Mike learned towards Shannon and kissed her forehead. He looked down at her body, her big breasts rising and falling with each breath. It didn't take long for Mike's cock to start twitching again. Shannon always had that effect on him. Shannon noticed that Mike was getting turned on again, and said, "Time for round 2?" That was all the invitation Mike needed, he leaned forward and kissed Shannon's neck, causing her to moan very loudly. She reached down and slowly began to stroke Mike's hard,.