It was just another day, I believe it was a Friday night. He came over and we decided to make it a Blockbuster Night. We picked up a few classics and ...ent back to my apartment. You must understand, this has happened numerous times. There have been many nights where we did just this same thing. This night though, something changed. Maybe we decided to give in – maybe there was something in the air – maybe we were just sick of pretending. I offered him some ice-cream – I was on my way to the. ' The Messerschmitt Bf109E fighter first made it's appearance the night after the two men arrived at Amposta. 'Emil' was the nickname the Germans had for the newest of the Messerchmitt fighters to arrive in Spain.The fighter skimmed in low over the town, strafing, before heading down to the Puenta de Bana to harrass the shipping. It appeared dead on 5am when everyone was still recovering from last night's bingeing. It shot a lorry full of holes before zeroing in on the host of small coastal. .. a feeling.”“Good or bad?” I asked, pausing a moment.“Actually, good. Naughty, weird, but kinda nice. You’re being really gentle.”“Thanks, that’s kind of the whole idea,” I said as I began to press against her arsehole, not trying to push my thumb in or anything like that, and also not noticing, and I mean absolutely not noticing how her lips were a bit puffy. Small lips. Plump lips. Look away. “Okay, so, er, hold that thought a moment while I warm up the lube.”“Warm it up?” Lia asked as I. Libby laid her head on his chest again and he his on her head. Neither moved for a long time. They were both very happy.At length Court raised his head. "I think it's time I let you go to bed," he whispered."Must I?" One more kiss then." It was as gentle as the last. He pushed her away from him. "If you don't go we'll have Jean coming out to look for you and to bash me up." She'll be asleep." Don't you believe it. She's lying there listening for you to go to bed. If you don't believe me, open.