"If you're going to act likea brat, then you don't get your drink."With John looking adorable in a loose hanging, soft pink, sundress, Edwas finding t...hat the role of 'boyfriend of the older sister,' andteasing John as if he really were a child, just seemed natural."Please, Ed," John pleaded. "That's all I have for dinner." Yeah, that and my food, which you stole!" Ed held his cardboard trayforward to illustrate, and when he did, John grabbed it and ran. In amoment, Ed was up and chasing him.. You even still have your local village policeman with hiscomic opera uniform. No longer. The attempt on the Fuehrer's life meansthat even Rumstahl now has to live in the real world. The Fuehrer will bearriving next month for your wedding. I will be in charge of securityhere until his personal SS guard arrive in the lead-up to that visit." In light of recent events I understand the need for increased security,but...." No buts, Helmut," said Grost, interrupting him. "The traitor who plantedthe. "What?" she asked."Stand up," I suggested."Why?" Because I want to relive a bit of my younger days and yours."She looked at me a little quizzically and then she did stand up and towards where I was standing, the beer in her hand by her side.Without waiting I turned the hose on her, spraying, at first, from her waist down. She squealed, jumped up and down and turned around. The spray raked across the back of her shorts. Her shorts were wet and clinging as she turned around."You monster," she. I looked up and saw a big sweaty guy that for the life of me I couldn't remember. He was dripping with sweat as he fucked me. He sawed his dick in and out of me and I panted back in response to his thrusts. I was breathing in and out heavily which was what made him think that he was fucking the shit out of me.But in reality it was pure physics. A two hundred pound man humping up and down on a hundred and forty pound woman forces the air out of her on every downward thrust. The heavy breathing.