Behind itwas a military truck. A squad of heavily armed SS men were positioned on bothsides of the street. One of the Gestapo officers opened the door...of the Mercedesand slid onto the back seat. The other held the door open for Suzanne. Sherealized he'd positioned himself to block her if she made a break for it. Obedientlyshe slid onto the seat. The Gestapo agent followed. Once they were in, Suzanne sandwiched between the Gestapo men, the driver,without command, slowly pulled away from the curb. ”Hamza ordered them to stop a second time, and they did so, and this time the guy in front spoke back to him. He was smiling and looking innocent, as were his buddies. I kept watching him, and he wanted to keep inching forward. “What’d they say?” I asked Hamza.Hamza turned back to me and spoke lowly. “They said they are Kurds traveling to visit relatives, but they lie. They are dressed like Kurds, but they speak like Saudis. Besides, no Kurd would be near here.”Suddenly there was a commotion to. His women and he had an unspoken agreement. When they were horny for a big, no let me rephrase that, huge cock, they hit him up and he accommodated. They wanted to get fucked and he obliged, simple. Joan was deep into that agreement right now. He kept after her tight pussy for about 20 minutes, she moaned, screamed, cursed, and most importantly, she came. She came and came, she tells me about 5 times until she was completely and utterly spent. I think that she actually passed out for a little. His hot, slippery seed splashed against their chests in long ropes of his pleasure."Now kiss," he said, pushing their heads together. Bethany was confused but fell against Allison's waiting lips. They wrapped their arms around one another, pressed their chests together and then it made sense. They slipped and slid against their girlfriend's chest, rubbing and smearing Dustin's gift. Allison was first to break their kiss and begin kissing down Bethany's neck. She began licking Bethany clean. Her.