Len was no Don Juan. He enjoyed women but preferred a steady girlfriend that he was comfortable with. He and Kate had been a close friends-with-benefi...ts couple. They felt quite a bit of passion, but not what it takes to make a marriage. Len's death hit Kate hard. It was difficult to conceal her grief from her husband.The funeral had been brutal. Everyone kept offering her their condolences. Len's older sister Sharlot was the only family he had left. Officially, Sharlot was the chief mourner,. A few minutes later, the ladies heard noise from the room next door, but they had to wait for the knock on the door connecting the two rooms.After the knock, half-a-dozen naked men entered the room with bottles of liquor. They were mainly older gentlemen and were in fact high-ranking German military officers from different cities in Occupied France. The ladies were scantily dressed. The men loved to undress them. Couples were formed. The ladies who were with Gaby were all French. The German. Anu could feel the hard rubbery head of my penis trying to penetrate her womanhood. But all I could achieve in it was sliding my shaft up and down her sopping wet slit. I found it difficult to penetrate her although she was thoroughly lubricated. Anu behaved like a sheer animal and wanted me to fuck her senseless. My pubes were strong and coarse on her pussy. The head of my cock slipped inside giving her the first taste of how large and thick my tool was. Pain shot up her womanhood as my rod. I ,however, had a different idea, sliding her shirt down her arms and stopping just above her elbows, I pulled the cloth behind her and bunched it all up in my left hand. This trapped her arms behind her and gave me one free hand to do what ever I pleased. Breathing a little heavily, she said, "well I didn't see that coming.", i laughed a little and told her, " Yeah well i kinda just thought of it. I'm glad i did though because i now have the upper hand." With that said, i used my foot to knock.