Please. I left East Germany when I was sixteen--a teen-ager as you Americans say. I was a small boy when the war was over, when the Russians came into...my village. They were animals, every one of them, all the officers, all the men. They destroyed everything that stood in their way. They were like children. If they do not get their way in all things, they become violent. The day they arrived, we were all afraid of them, I can still hear my mother saying to me 'Hans I must hide you. God only. I pressed the 4th floor button, the lift, probably the slowest in the world, started moving. There was tension between us. It was easy to say things on chat but in person…She moved towards me and planted a kiss on my cheek. I looked at her and then started kissing her passionately.. For a couple of seconds. We reached the 4th floor. I moved to my room and asked her to come. There were still people around.We managed to get inside the room unseen. She had a saare on, while I was in my jeans and. She grabbed a pilliow next to her and shoved her face in it as she came and squirted a bit on my dick, I could feel her legs shaking, having trouble keeping her volouptuous ass up. She then stopped her toy and slowly lift her body up. Annie told me she wanted to suck me again and as I pulled out, she kneeled in front of me once more and looked up at me with her face still somewhat covered in drool, her makeup leaking to her cheeks, grabbed my dick with one hand, pass the other between my legs. Her lips were soft. Soft, and sultry, with her breath exuding a faint aroma of shiraz. Then she took my shaking hands in her own and placed them on her chest.I forgot about Jack.I could feel the seductive welcome of her flesh through the flimsy dress. I daren’t move my hands! My cock was straining like a dog pulling at its leash. What was Catherine doing to me?She kissed me again. This time, I felt the tip of her tongue probing gently; I parted my lips, and for the first time felt a woman’s.