There was no way I couldn’t fuck the brains out of this girl, but for some reason my body couldn’t move. I was trapped in a spell looking at her. ... pulled her close to me, and kissed her. She didn’t wait, I felt her tongue try to get passed my lips. I didn’t fight it. When she pulled back, she leaned to my ear. ‘Fuck me!’. A thousand and one thoughts about how I was gonna lay her out and ram my cock into her filled my head, then the sound of beeping from Gertrude’s machines interrupted my. Her skirts almost fit me. They were very tight in the waist but it gave me an idea of what my legs would look like. I managed to get into a pair of her shoes. Putting the skirt on was arousing as hell! Looking at myself in the mirror was too. I lay down on her bed and tried to imagine what it would be like to have a boy run his hand up my leg…under the skirt…then start to play with me…feel me up good. Get his hand inside of my panties or…pull them down and start to finger me…play with my little. He visited the nurse as she imagined she was in a dream state, just as I visited you, but she rejected him, again and again, as they were on opposite sides all through the war. Finally, in 1920, she married a French war hero, a veteran of aerial combat, and my father was bitterly disappointed. He returned home to Prussia, but by then his village had been handed over to Poland as they carved up Europe after the war. There he met and married my mother, Hilde, who was also of German birth, but. I’ll talk with him and try and explain.’ ‘David, it’s not just you.’ ‘It’s all about his father, isn’t it? He has trust issues. I understand that. I’ll do the best I can but I don’t want to lose you. You have no idea how much I love you.’ He looked at the bedside alarm. ‘Tonight, can you dream of me? And the life we can have together?’ Through her sniffles, he could just make out her acceptance of his wish. ‘Good night, David. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.’ His phone went silent and he turned it.