I sort of remembered having sex with one of them in the dream but I was unclear on which one it was.I told Di about the dream in the morning and the p...arts I remembered. We fucked like a****ls as she made me describe what I was thinking about her sister. I told her that I would like to fuck Mary. I was really curious to see if the two them felt the same, looked the same and fuck the same. I fucked Di slow and deep as I mentally and verbally imagined it was Mary I was balling. Di got off on the. Then he saw her.Kim.She came into focus while the other images faded from his eyesight.He could see ever color of her beads in her long black hair. How he loved her black hair and those beads.Her face looked pained and he felt like it was his fault for making her hurt so much.Her brown eyes helped him forget his pain as he looked into them wanting to tell her how much he loved her.He wanted to give her the ring he had just bought her and ask her to be his wife and damn his family and what they. Now!’ He shouted. One of the younger soldiers picked me up and helped into the truck. I looked at him, thankful he had placed himself between the evil Sergeant and me. ‘Takk.’ I said quietly to him. He smiled and sat on the bench in the back of the truck. ‘Kreuger! You are a German soldier, a Fallschirmjager. Do not even so much as utter one little word. These are prisoners and we are soldiers doing our duty. Remember that!’ The Sergeant shouted. ‘Yes Sergeant.’ The soldier replied. I sat down. "Not too bad."She couldn't be suggesting what I thought."So sweet lips, have you ever sucked a cock?"My jaw dropped. "No, no; I'm not gay." What kind of question was that,did I look gay? Maybe letting Camille buy me a drink was a mistake."Okay," she shrugged. "But look at me, do I look like a guy?"She definitely didn't, she was gorgeous; as she took a sip of her ownbeer she left a chocolate coloured lipstick stain on the glass. If I hadnot seen the bulge in her tight leather pants I would.