” Her eyes were focused on something else.“I know I had two uncles go into those camps that never came back out. I don’t know how many of my cou...ins there lived. Dad ... Dad said that we could never let that happen again, to anyone. That was why he was so proud of the job Uncle Izzy did in his movies. Not a blood uncle, but a family type uncle, sort of like Uncle Leonard.” More tears started down her cheeks.“I wanted to pick this up and actually feel the hatred for Jews that had to have gone. A brief chat ensued, and he returned to the car, a satisfied smile on his pretty face. "Almost fifteen hundred," he reported happily.***The girls sprawled in the lounge furniture; the lounge was really a misnomer. Only part of the gym was filled with temporary rooms; the remainder had received a load of outdated and old furniture. Sofas, end tables, chairs - it was all strewn about haphazardly. The university had even recovered an old television for entertainment - not that it worked very well.. She liked him and now he was sick. She had talked to him today and he recognized her and said her name. He had a nice voice and she hoped he would be better soon.She was happy her mom and Tom were home again. She missed them and she wanted to go back to her regular bedroom and eat her regular food. Besides, she was going to Disneyland after Christmas. That would be cool!The drive home was quiet. Tom was lost in though about his father and what the implications for the business might be. Louise. He responded with a kiss. His downward motion hit Sarah in just the right spot. She wrapped her arms tightly around him and pulled him to where her clit was riding against his cock for the whole length."Oh," Sarah cried. "That's perfect, Lover. Keep it there. Harder. Oh, yeah. That is just the spot."A slight shift of her hips brought even more pleasure."I'm cumming, Lover," Sarah said. "I'm cumming all over your cock. Pound me. Fuck me and fill me up. Fill me up, Lover." Her fingers slid down.