. you’ll see,’ she said impishly as her fingers trailed feather light up his chest teasing his chest hair, rubbing his nipples. The tight smoothne...s of his chest and the roughness of his hair were amazing contrasts as she explored every muscle on his chest. He groaned and shifted underneath her. She slid up his legs again her nails stroking up and down his arms making him shudder. The crushing blackness over his eyes forced the sensations around him to intensify greatly as his back. "I won't put it in you." he promised."You're sure?" she begged, wanting to believe him."Honest," he gasped.She rolled over but kept her legs closed. "You have to stick it through my legs." she whispered.He raised up and aimed his cock at her pussy lips, which poached out, swollen and wet. They both sighed as his cock head slid into the triangle made by her thighs and pussy lips. His cock was so long it drove into the bed covers.Then he sawed in and out, breathing more and more erratically."This. " I follow her. She's a little small and wears little makeup, as seems to be the case with most germans, but she's cute. The dark dress looks good on her, and her hair is decently cut and braided. And she's got that submissive air that people in helping, service-oriented jobs (nurses, stewardesses, maids, etc.) often do.She's leading me to the side, where a closed door with the label "personal" is, fishes a key out of her pocket, and unlocks it. She's smiling insecurely and puts a finger to her. . . Anne, listen to me.’ Bobby said, moving closer to her, so they were eye to eye. ‘The first man’s jaw is broken to the point it will be a long time before he gives a statement and the second . . . well the second is in even worse shape.’ ‘Well, what about the one who grabbed Grace, the one who stabbed Don, get him to talk, ask him why he did this, they tried to get Grace, why, why?’ Anne spat out. ‘Anne!’ ‘Get him to talk, why Bobby, why did they do this, WHY?’ Anne continued, her voice.