Horst sat on top of his pack holding his unloaded rifle in his hands. He hated that he had to carry the thing through the staring crowds of civilians ...ooking at his hands as if to find them stained with blood of the enemies of the fatherland. He wished he was an officer if for no other reason than to be armed with a hand pistol that he could carry neatly in a holster on his leather belt like some important person from the Capitol city.He saw the shadowy bicycles grinding their way from the. I am leaned against the wall, the same way you left me, my hands pressed hard against it, pushing my body back. Your hands play around on my back, and circle my waist to the front, sliding down to my pussy, sodden, swollen. I shudder when your fingers slip inside me, leaning back against you, your hard cock entering further into my tight hole. I stop and whimper. You laugh, and let me get away, just enough not too much. Your hands start their journey up my body again, your fingers covered in. I was having fun dancing with her, and I had already made the rounds of the other guests, so I resolved to stick with Beverly to see if I could fulfill the rest of my promise to Carla. After many dances, she looked up at me, and said, ‘I want to dance more, but I just have to stop before I pop. I’ll be right back, unless you need to see to other guests?’ I saw my opportunity. ‘I’ll walk you out.’ We walked, quickly, out to the hall where the bathrooms were. She disappeared quickly, and I took. .........That night, after school, mum took me to the shops so she could help me choose something suitable for two days and nights away in a luxury hotel. "We've got to have you looking your best for my sister", she told me with a smile. "She always looks pretty hot when she goes out, so we don't want you feeling under dressed, do we."That did surprise me a little, my mum referring to her sister as "pretty hot", but I certainly couldn't disagree with her description as I often thought of her.