"Dawn motion me to come closer to her. She whispered into my ears, "What do you think of her?" She's pretty." What do you think of her ass?"I scratche... my head and then with a smile, "I would love to French kiss that ass." Maybe I can make your wish come true." With that Dawn turned to Tonya. "Hey Tonya my man would love to French kiss your ass."Tonya turns to me with a sicken look. "Sicko."My face turned beet red. Why the hell did Dawn tell her that? Dawn was whispering to Tonya for a little. 7.Juni 1942Dearest Gisela, I am sure you heard of my wounding from my parents. Relax, I will be fine ... in time. A piece of mortar hit me in my left thigh and broke my thigh bone. The doctors stitched me back together. They say I will be fine and ready for action with my kompanie in ten or twelve weeks. I probably will have a big scar from the shell fragment, but otherwise I will be fine for you and Horst. Gott im Himmel, I hope this war ends soon. I long to be with you.I haven’t received news. Next week, I hope. I’ll have to call you.’ ‘Wish it could be more often,’ she pouted. ‘I get frustrated without you. You’re much better than my vibrator – you press all the right buttons.’ ‘Thanks for the compliment,’ he laughed, ‘I’m glad to be of service! I’ll miss you too. I’ll try to sort out an all-night session next week, but I really must go now!’ Her arms encircled his neck for a final kiss, and then he hurried out of the door, into his red BMW. Emma watched from her window and waved as. “Of course, I need to know who is the fifteenth guy I am having sex with”, she said casually, all the signs of fear vanishing from her face.Here I was trying to scare her into submission, and she was now gaining the upper hand.“Gopal,” I replied surprised to find her softening her anger and confession that I was the fifteenth guy. Surely she was whoring herself.“Look you don’t have to force yourself on me. I am willing to go with it. But can I first have a look at what you are going to use?”I.