When asked about her sexual preferences and activities she was rather matter of fact when she said, “I have no intention of having a sex-change. I ...don’t have sex with guys and am not gay. Rather I have always considered myself a lesbian trapped in a man’s body.” At that I smiled and leaned across the table. As she leaned forward to hear what I was going to say, I whispered, “Nobody’s perfect, I’m bisexual myself.” And we laughed. After that evening, I knew we would be great friends and I. Though her ass wasn’t big, her tight jeans made her fluffy small ass protrude outward and I couldn’t control myself from staring at it, thanks to those people who hasn’t provided us any chairs to sit. If she had sat, then I wouldn’t have had the chance to peep every once in a while pretending to look somewhere else. I don’t know if she really noticed me checking her out but I tried my best not to let her know. It was of the perfect size, nor too big nor too small. Just the kind of ass I’d love. I slide my hand up under her gown and down inside her panties. I started rubbing her clit and she jerked and moaned and the fluids started flowing. I got as much as I could on my fingers, put my hand to my mouth and licked them clean.Then I lifted her butt and slid my hard on out off my shorts and slid it up between her legs lowering her butt back down. I then took her hand and placed it on my dick. I started moving her hand up and down on it and it did not take long until I knew I was going to. Hans was much too young to feel that loss and thought of Greta as his actual real sister and not a substitute freely given by a family with too many children and not enough soup for the pot.Even after the long period of sharing the bed, they had “accidently” coupled in a way that protected their sense of guilt.There was the time when the soldiers came and they both hid in the root cellar with Hans on top of Greta under the apples stacked on top of them both. His long shaft was buried deep into.