Giving me a playful slap on my ass, she replied, “Because the women in this group will want a piece of yours as well. Now let’s see how well they ...it.” Syd bent over the arm of the couch as Terry slid two fingers in Syd’s still lubricated cunt before sliding one in her ass. “Oooh!” she said, squirming as Terry’s finger went palm deep. As soon as the first was in place, he pushed the second finger past her sphincter. “Oh, yes!” she said, obviously enjoying Terry’s attention. Removing his. ” I started unbuttoning his pants as he unbuttoned my shirt. He pulled down the left half of my bra and cupped my breast in his hand. His soft, strong, wonderful hand. He pinched my nipple gently and it sent an electric shock all the way through my body. I instinctively grabbed his cock and arched my back. I pushed into his hand. I took a deep breath and he unhooked my bra. It fell to the floor and my huge boobs were freed. It felt great to know that Jack wanted to see my body as much as I. Paranoid? I suppose. I just really didn’t want Em or Francie or Pey or, especially, my parents to stumble on it and read my innermost thoughts—even the slightly censored version.Ms. Levy was another thing. She’d suggested I keep this journal. It was different than the literary response journal that we had to keep with us at all times! She periodically gave us assignments of what we were to write in that composition book. She had some very specific requirements for it. It was to be wide-ruled,. I am glad he survived such a frightful wound and will recover fully. From what I hear, Stalingrad is a Himmelfahrtskommando [roughly, ‘Ride to heaven command’ My Uncle Georg was hit by shrapnel from the Russian shell burst. His torso was peppered with metal. He was fortunate to be evacuated in September, 1942. The rest of his 3rd Infantry Division was captured in January, 1943 after the Soviet Winter Offensive surrounded Stalingrad and captured the German 6th Army. H.P.P]. Gott verdankt that he.