The plane was almost certainly a Soviet one, but the likelihood was that rather than effect their escape, it would just add to their misery. Fortunate...y, the plane roared away, no doubt taking its payload to the cowering Germans in the towns.But there was no pause in the march, despite the fears shared with the police guards. A few women who had halted in their steps were brutally beaten to force them back on their weary way. Rebekkah nodded sympathetically at the middle-aged woman clutching. I pulled my hat down over my eyes and just relaxed. The hot sun felt really good on my body, and there was just the slightest breeze blowing. The honeysuckle down one side of our yard were blooming and the aroma was just marvelous. A couple of minutes later, I was about 80% asleep, I suppose, and I suddenly felt a wet tongue swipe across my left tit. I jumped in the surprise and shrieked a little, but it was just Brutus. I guess my boob was a little sweaty, and he wanted a lick of it. I settled. I let them have their drink as I sat on the bed next to my new nephew, being only dressed in a wrap myself this time my ample double-d breasts were not well covered and it was soon obvious that he was getting a good eyeful. His wife playfully slapped his arm and told him to behave and as we all laughed I let it open so that he could see them in all their glory as my excited haloes were now as big as saucers topped by hard nipples the likes of which, I guessed, he had never seen and I waggled. Allison pulled her bikini bottoms up inside her bum like a thong to get more of a tan and I did the same, even rolling my waistband down a little. Swimming topless felt great also. Back in our hotel room, after our shower together, we helped each other apply aftersun lotion. She rubbed it over my back, bum, the tops of my legs, then came around to the front and started putting it all over my boobs. I did the same to her. “Ooh,” Allison said, “this feels nice.” I asked if she was getting turned.