Once we got a rhythm started, he began speeding up to match the beat of the music, his muscular ass bouncing up and down on top of me in a ritual-like...mating session. Each thrust I was rewarded with a burst of pleasure inside of me, and a wet 'slap' as his heavy balls came to rest on my ass."Ohh fuck, your ass is hot boy, its so tight it feels like its sucking on my cock when I pull out!". I was so excited by the pleasure I was giving him I didn't pay attention to the feelings building up. "I know that you and Gretchen are lovers. That is forbidden," Ruth told her."Oh you do, huh? Well let me tell you a thing or two. The Kamp Kommandant doesn't see Jewish sluts. And he wouldn't believe you. Never! You try anything like that, Bitch, and you won't be getting any clients that will pay your food bill. Not even the nutty ones. Get out of here!" she screamed at Ruth.Ruth left. She pondered for three days about taking revenge on Hilde and finally came up with a plan. She carefully. The pale-skinned people amazed me. It was the skin color I remembered from my youth, but I had not seen it in so long that I had assumed my memories of younger days must have been mistaken, a misremembered dream.Sometime after that, maybe a century later, maybe two, I first encountered what I now call a “cusp”.I was somewhere east of the Black Sea. Don’t ask me exactly where; no maps, right? I had crossed over the Bosphorus Strait a couple of months before. I’m pretty sure that’s where I was.. She laughed drunkenly and looked up at me. I laughed too but hoped that she would get off me or her breasts pressing against my chest would cause me to get hard and give the game away. Instead, she rested her head on my chest and I felt my cock stand to attention, lightly brushing her leg. I looked down to see if she's noticed, and was relieved to see that she hadn't. I attempted to shift my position so that my hard-on was not resting on her leg but failed to make any progress. When my sister.