He reached inside my thighs again. His fingers running directly over my cunt. I forgot to breathe partway through exhaling. His fingers wrapped around... the moist gusset, I grinned at how those words would’ve made Sylvie flinch, of my g-string. The sticky sound of pulling it to the side snaked up under my skin. I chased the fleeing kiss.“Everything.” He slid back off the table which wobbled madly as he hopped to his feet. He ripped down his zipper with a quick look over his shoulder. He was so. My sister was dead on the porch and just inside the door I could see my mother’s feet.I growled as I took the safety off and aimed. The men were wearing body armor but my first shot went through an eye before expanding and exploding out the back of his head. Before they even heard the crack of the round I shot another through the left ear. I killed six before they tried to get back into the shuttle and I killed each one when they ran.Twelve lay on the ground dead before I stopped and waited. I. Last to go were a pair of white panties, which slid below a neatly-trimmed landing strip and over the curve of her thigh. They clung for a moment to one shapely knee, then plummeted to her feet.From the box she removed a pair of white stockings, a garter belt with attached furry tail, a pair of fake cat ears and a red collar with a bell. Catherine's clothes went into the box, which was then put back on the shelf. Part of the woman would stay with them, to sleep until her vacation was. S. and British during World War II. As the trip proceeded we stopped at a number of towns neither of us had ever heard of although we did take a side trip to Heidelberg. We especially enjoyed walking through and stopping to shop in the small villages and towns. The architecture was incredible, especially the churches and cathedrals.I was amazed at the history in each of these little towns. Mostly, what we found fascinating was accepting that what we in the U.S. considered old Europeans.