We learned a whole lot by spying on our parents to. If they were drinking, they would never know we were in the room watching them. We seen our parent... do some crazy things in the bedroom. After watching them, we would sneek away to our own bedroom and fuck like crazy. While we were doing all this sneeking around watching our parents and learning, we actually discovered that something was going on between our parents as well. One night we heard talking and whispering outside of Carols bedroom. You and me--we weren't right for each other, Trace. That much was obvious from the moment I handed you a bouquet of flowers, and you reacted like I had just bought an engagement ring."Tracy shrunk down a bit, embarrassed. "I just get nervous when boys do things like that. I didn't mean to be ungrateful." You didn't do anything wrong. Me and Ria had a connection. You and Connor had a connection. The rest is history. BUT--"I gave her another quick kiss on the lips."But we're not talking about. Our orders had come early that morning of the 9th, the Maquis, the French Resistance were leading us to the objective. The city offices. It was called "Operation Goodwood", or by us Canadians, "Operation Atlantic". The "Operation" seemed a very fancy word, in my little corner of the battle, I was given objectives. And every one I fought very hard for, we took. Yet as I walked through the rubble of the streets, looking upon the thousands of refugees and huddled persons in dark corners and under. My dick started its work of drilling. Uptill now, my sister never objected any of my moves. She seemed to enjoy each and every one of it.Wow! What a relief, not from my pants, but in my thoughts of fearing for my sister. I did what and all, I could do with those careless breasts. Fidgeting, rampaging, polishing, plucking, waxing, whatever. I gave rest to my tired hands for a few minutes, hoping to do better, in the next round. But to my astonishment! My sister never gave an interval. This, I.