Nobody was watching, so the urge grew until I could restrain myself no longer, and kissed the man on his cold, dry lips. God, how would it have felt ...to give him a French kiss while he was still alive? But it doesn’t matter, he’s mine for now. I took a piece of cloth and gently wiped his face, stroking down his neck and across his shoulders and down his arms, enjoying every moment of contact. I kissed him on the neck - I could still smell his scent. He smelled good. I dipped the cloth in. I took the bodywash lotion applying it on her boobs, kissing her flat stomach, I noticed her right boob being bigger than her left one.I went on my knees and placed my mouth between her legs and pressed my head towards her vagina and sucked it dry putting my tongue inside her pussy.The water had washed away most the soap on her body.I stood up putting her against the wall and bending her a little while her hands touched the wall.My dick was as hard as a rock about to burst as a canon , I gently. Parts of Munich were in flames, but not where Jake and Leonie were. Martial Law was in effect for the next several days as order was restored and people, coming to realize that they weren't going to die in a nuclear holocaust, gradually returned to their daily lives.There were, of course, food shortages and water pollution being reported from every city, and travel was not encouraged. Many unnecessary deaths were caused by an overzealous military as Martial Law was strictly and violently. I remembered her instructions and asked for a butt plug, which was pushed in with a quick shove and told to roll over on my back. When I looked up those deep green eyes were looking at me with a mischievous glint and I was sure that this was going to be a weekend to remember. Her hand reached down and started to tap on the base of the plug, which drove me to the edge of delirium, all the while telling me to hold onto the soapy water. The more she tapped the harder it became to hold onto the.