. she slowly opened her lips and took the head in sucking gently, and I gasped as I felt the blood rushing to my cock making it ever so harder... I pu...led her head off and rolled back my foreskin, the head underneath swollen and pinky purple in colour. She ran her tongue from my balls all the way up my shaft and swirled her tongue over my head.. at this point I put my hands on her head and forced my cock deep into her mouth touching her throat to which she gagged a little.. spurring me on to. She : (in a low voice) please leave meI : WhyShe : What if some seesI : SoShe : PleaseI loosened the grip . She was still standing there talking to me . There was something which was still holding her.Next day when I checked my FB profile . I saw a friend request from her. I was surprised as I was using a nick name on FB and it was not easy to find. My friend told me she asked him for that and he helped her find me on FB.I understood she is also taking interest in me. We started talking more. She always had to make sure that she didn't bend forwards too much, because else she would be exposing her breasts. The dress had no back strap, so it could fall open to the sides and show more than she would like others to see.You really get a mixed feeling when you wear a dress like this. Sure, I like to be looked at and maybe even show something more than would be considered decent. However, I always have had more trouble with flashing people than just being naked. I think it is more naughty. I was now a long way from the coast, and getting back to England seemed a forlorn task. It was a long boring tedious journey through a very wet countryside. The rain fell constantly for the whole of the journey. We had to have an extra escort through Holland because of partisan activity, but eventually we made it. The journey took just over six hours.When I arrived, I found that I was in a rehabilitation unit for German Officers, who had been wounded, or had been ill. It was not officially a.