Auntie unzipped her jean shorts and pushed them down her legs, slipping them over her boots. The little bitch was not wearing any thong. Now she stood...in the middle of her bedroom, standing just onto those sexy booths. I could see her perfect round ass cheeks and the reflection of her front in a wall mirror. She then pulled something out of a drawer. It was a nice rubber dildo.The thing was fairly long and wide, and had a suction cup at the bottom. Paula started to rub it up and down her pussy. You continued to search although I was convinced you had thoroughly covered the area at hand. your panties were becoming moist as your juices began to lubricate yourslit. I slowly unzipped my pants, you pretended not to notice. I inserted my cock between your sexy thighs and rubbed my length across the dampness on the fabric covering your mound. You moaned softly reaching a hand between your legs and taking a hold of my cock. You rub my shaft for a short while before informing me I really. In German. Half way through his scanner must have vibrated in his pocket because he held up his hand, "Stoppen Sie,"Hold on chickiepoo ... stop right there.They were back to him speaking German. He fished his pad and read the screen. He pushed some buttons and held his hand over his left ear. He answered a voice from the palm of his hand ... probably like hearing the sea from a seashell ... probably not."Ja."Fucking Berlin ... Yes?The cupped hand asked if Vee was present."Sie ist hier."If the. I found him in a saloon about half drunk. He didn't want to bother with the dead man, said that the dogs would take care of his body. I finally had to threaten to shoot him to get him to come with me to move the body to the undertaker."The dead man didn't have no identification on him an' his face was such a mess that nobody would recognize him. We'll probably never know who he was. I guess it don't make any difference, but I'd like to know if this here assassination attempt was his idee or was.