I withdrew my penis without giving any thrusts anymore. The whole mix of the juices from her vagina and my semen were now started to fall out her hole... I liked the view. It was really wonderful to watch. And it came out in real huge quantity. What a hole it was. It can hold a lot, I said to her. She said but my bladder is small and I have to go pee. And she took off from the bed and made her way to the bathroom. I watched her walk to the bathroom from her behind and her ass swinging right and. This sight always excited him. He felt that he was an artist creating exquisite floral tableaus as he destroyed the enemy. He created many such displays in Poland, Belgium and France from September, 1939 through May and June of 1940. ALOFT-Now it was early July. The Battle of France was over. The Wermacht had marched triumphantly down the Champs Elysees in Paris. Hitler had danced his little jig at Compeigne. Now England lay at the mercy of his mighty Luftwaffe. Goering had promised the Fuhrer. He spoke perfect English, with only the slightest trace of an accent. A soft-spoken, abnormally tall guy, he towered above most everyone, at 6’6, and had a strangely-sloped Christina Ricci sized forehead, cropped hair and thin black eyes; one of the eyes was sleeping, didn’t line up correctly with the other.Jim, a local, was originally from nearby the school. He was a nice fellow too. I’d played basketball with him several times. You could see him out balling every day on the basketball courts. "err... well actually I did, but I was only thinking aloud and didn't even notice you were there to be honest".Not the greatest of retorts, Jane thought but it could have been worse."Oh, right" the man said and seemed to hesitate for a moment before adding with a nervous smirk, "... anything I can do to help?".Jane was even further shocked at this. Did he just proposition her? She didn't even know his name. The man had obviously just noticed the shock on her face because his smirk faded to an.