And yet… Podgolskiv smiled as he walked now, smiled – for what he had seen in the cold, wet air put his mind at ease, and suddenly he felt the li...ht waiting on the other side of the night. _____________________________ August, 1945. An undiluted sun falls on an indifferent land, the air is still but laden with promise. A solitary field full of shooting beets and potatoes, green and tan and rich, the yielding crops well fed on the blood of hundreds of men and women and children that have fallen. My balls are tightening and you are sucking me deep into the back of your throat. My orgasm is building. It’s deep within me and needs to come out. You slide your tits up to my cock, squeeze them together, surrounding my shaft. Still riding me this way, I can feel the beginning of my orgasm. I say to you, “Baby, I want to cum!” You stop momentarily to slide your lips and hands back to my cock, pull the blanket off our bodies, and slide my legs off the edge of the couch. You are now sitting on. He carried me into his room, and we fell on his bed, drunk with a new kind of passion, I ripped the clothes off his back and kissed his body all over. I wanted him now.he waisted no time in taking off my clothes and I was soon in paradise as he kissed down my neck towards mt stomach and then lower to my pussy. His tongue was quick to work licking my sweet spot until i felt myself begining to climax. He didnt stop and soon I was cumming again. He smiled at me and added a devilish wink. I couldnt. "I'll be back."Relax? It would be easier after my orgasm but he put these stupid cold packs on my nipples. Too many things he did seemed pointless to me. Why did he like what he liked such as me on the wall and my nipples all hard and pointy? There was no understanding him.He returned probably a half hour later."How are you doing?" he asked."Okay." I wasn't willing to admit to him that I didn't like this.He put something on the counter.He removed the cold packs. He gave my nipple a finger flick.