His voice broke slightly when he said, ‘Be safe, my son.’ Two days later, Hans went to the nearby train depot to get a train to his new destinati...n. He was early, so he stopped at a small inn to get something to eat. There were Christmas decorations. A phonograph was playing ‘Silent Night.’ A middle aged German couple was saying goodbye to their son in uniform. He was about Han’s age, and was trying to look brave. His mother was crying. The father was the right age to have fought in the First. .there's no room for shy modesty here, “said my intend ravisher. There was laughter from the other brutes who watched... and waited their turn.A high pitched giggle came from the blonde Judilla. „She still thinks she's a `Lady´“ she sneered. „It won't be for much longer,“ smiled the Princess.„Very well,“ said the voice behind me.Then two hands gripped the front of my thighs and pulled them wide apart... with the utmost ease. I felt the fleshy hairiness of brute pressing to my nakedness and my. " she smirked.She knew as well as I did that I had never broken a promise, her comment was totally uncalled for and I her told so."One day I'll get my own back." I finished.Storming up to my room I set to putting away the few things that were laying around then flopped on my bed and sulked. Although I loved my sister she was a bitch at times, usually when she was in charge, which was too often for my liking. Glancing around my room I spotted the copy of Playboy lurking in a corner, God knows. Uncle Clyde’s eyes lit up like he was looking at a winning lottery ticket. He was dumbfounded. He reached in the drawer and picked it up like it was a delicate sparrow. He held it lovingly in both hands, looked at me, then he held it close to his nose and sniffed it, all the way up and down the whole thing. I was still wet from my great orgasm in the bathroom, but I could feel my juices heating up again. Finally, Uncle Clyde asked me if it was mine. I told him someone gave it to me. No, my mom.