From the time I first saw her (she was nine), I was fixated on her bubbly innocence, yet provocative demeanor.I always remained seated as much as poss...ible when I visited. It helped me hide my betraying penis which invariably grew turgid from eyeing little Wendy.To make matters worse, Wendy was ebullient and outgoing, drawing many friends, at that tender young age, her friends were all nymphets, as well!When her parents prevailed upon me to baby-sit, I flushed with fright! I couldn't deny my. März 1945Camp McMillan, Gettysburg, Penna.Dearest Gisela, I received a delayed letter from my parents today. My brother Egon was wounded six weeks ago, during the fighting in the Ardennes. Egon wasn’t hurt too bad. His wound is similar to the one I took, mortar shrapnel to the leg. He will recover fully and return to his unit in a few weeks.My employer, Herr Marvin Wenger, received much worse news from the American War Department. His son, Lloyd was killed in fighting to capture a small. Then her whole body seemed to relax, and her hands caressed her firm figure, while her eyes glanced furtively towards my groin and knowing exactly how she felt, I had difficulty stifling a wicked smile."Yes Darling, this is for you," and saw her swallow hard and meaningfully grabbed hold of the rubber appendage hanging between my legs. "Is it big enough, slut?" I was surprised when she nodded approvingly, her eyes sparkling. Now it was my turn to wonder.Upstairs I'd removed my business attire. His eyes were mist too and he tried to hide it by turning to look out the doorway behind him and quickly wiped his face.Kay just looked at him and asked, ?May I have a thirty day leave of absence, Mr. Poole?? and she was waiting, while holding her breath. She knew that her position had grown so rapidly since she became vice president of marketing that no way would the customers tolerate having to deal with a new person that didn?t even speak their langue. Kay had put all of her effort and.