"They've been put on a fort-building work gang, under close guard with fifty or sixty other prisoners, mostly rebels. I'm sure this would be the wrong...time. The authorities are very upset." Any special reason," asked the girl, looking much happier today."Yes," said Mrs. Von R--, "one of the men this big lout skewered was related to a German general, not his son, but a favorite nephew."Mrs. Houton shook her head. "My poor husband," she sighed, "he has such soft hands."Greta showed me a couple of. I grab at her butt and knead it harshly, then I start playing around with her ass. I run my finger around the rim, teasing her ass while I intensly attack her cunt. I dip my fingers in and pull then out, in and out, in and out. Nike moans louder and loader, she breathes harder and harder as I push her like a rock up a hill. I push further and further, biting harder, licking faster, sucking harder. Then she goes over the edge. "Oh Yea!" she shouts, her voice a little gravelly. "Fuck!" I. He ran his right forefinger up the seam of the boy’s cock then slid forefinger and thumb in a loose circle over the glans. ‘Time for some cock fun, Chuck?think you’re going to be able to hold out?’ His hand moved up and down, the finger circle just brushing the shaft in a tormenting caress. ‘I know?you just want me to grip a little harder, work that shaft a little faster?then?’ Without warning he leaned over and licked the tip of his tongue up and down the little triangle of flesh under the. She looked so sweet and innocent. How could he resist her? Picking her up he carried her to one of the bedrooms and slipped her under the covers. It was already after 2:00, Sloan knew he wouldn’t sleep much tonight.As the sun rose the next morning Sara awoke to the smell of fresh coffee but was startled when she woke up in a strange bed. The last thing she remembered was lying on Sloan’s sofa. Slowly she got up and moved toward the smell of coffee. From the doorway, she could see Sloan, freshly.