You need to know, Bob, you saved us. Without you, we couldn't have survived on our own." With that said, she kissed me for the last time and walked a...ay holding hands with Margit. I was devastated. Hilda was my first love, my deepest love, my only love. To this day, I think about her and what might have been. I returned to Germany with my unit on the fiftieth anniversary of the end of the war. I had to find out what happened to Hilda. I had no last name and had little to go on. I asked at the. Your cock glides between my ass cheeks. Your free hand presses on the small of my back causing me to arch further, my back now in a very painful position as your hand tugs and teases my outer labia. Feeling your cock slides deeper between my cheeks I moan once more, but this time in need and desire. Shivering as your fingers slide between my labia to touch my hard little clit. My hips rock against your hand, as waves of pleasure slide through my stomach.Your cock drives deeply into my tight. That's what he was. The three female figures in white robes had sat back as she moved. These must be nymphs, she told herself. Their faces were mature; not young, not old. 'Please God, make this a dream.'But as she climbed slowly to her feet, she began to realise that there was too much detail, too much sound, too much feeling for it to be a dream. This was the room she'd explored with Jake earlier. The room with no roof, and an empty window space. In the open doorway, two tall figures stood. Neither of us moved we both just stood there with water still cleansing the sweat from our bodies. Me, slightly leaning back with my proud manhood buried in the woman who gave birth to me. Her, impaled on her sons massive cock using only that to support herself and almost insane with the pleasure coursing through her body. To me what seemed like an eternity stood there was in reality only an instant and the next instant was the point where my mom's orgasm chose to arrive. I could feel her body.