”Frau Schmidt stood there. “Yes, go home. I will come tomorrow to your house and we will talk. Tonight, Willi stays here.”“Please John.”My f...ther’s arm retreated and Frau Schmidt stood there looking out. After a minute she closed the door, walked into the kitchen and sat down, taking a very deep breath. Col and I came out and sat down with her at the table. Her eyes were closed and I could see her fingers trembling slightly.“They have gone,” Frau Schmidt said, opening her eyes.I looked at her. Afraid to start a torrent of words with just one, like a river that starts with a single drop of rain. They did however continue to glace and look at each other. Sometimes their eyes locked and she blushed and looked down trying to hide a longing. The road they traveled wound through the forest, going here and there like a pilgrim wandering. It crossed more the a few streams bridged by wooden logs. Some streams ran calm, deep and still, like him she thought. Other ran and bubbled and played. He kept pounding her; determined to reach his own. She must have made some type of noise because suddenly they both stopped and turned to look at her. She let out a squeal and ran to her room, slamming and locking the door behind her. Her heart raced as she recalled her reaction to her brothers body. She also realized she was jealous that his girlfriend got to be fucked by him. She wanted his cock buried deep inside her. She wanted him to be her first and only. Her hand went back down to her. Oh, fuck! She gasps. That feels s-s-so good, she gasps, laying back against the kitchen counter, arching her back in the process. I watch as her hands grasp her own tits. It turns me on so much to watch her do this that I begin to lick her clit faster, sucking harder. Yes! she moans, closing her eyes and licking her lips. That feels so good! she gasps out. One of my fingers keeps inserting itself into her tight pussy, feeling around the warm, wet area. I bend them inside of her and feel that.