Her soaked pastel blouse revealed how cold the rain was on her skin; her hardened nipples drilled into the fabric like bullets. Giggling seemed the t...heme for the day today. Everything I tried in the shower tickled her and she playfully spurned my sexual advances, very unlike her. Often after our golf outing we would barely be inside before she would turn into a lusty, sweaty tigress, yelling demands at me, getting me so turned on that we didn’t undress, just yanked clothing aside and went at. But with a looming assault from across the English Channel, it was simply another gun battery post along the coast in Hitler’s Festung Europa—Fortress Europe—which stretched along the coast from France to Denmark. Marie never had any problems with the Germans. But then again, she was a pretty young woman who was only fifteen when they arrived to take over the town, and had just turned nineteen when she was pressed into the French Resistance. For the most part, the Germans who came to the town. I had beenenthralled with him. I had flaunted myself to him. I had been easy prey.I had done things with him that I did not want to remember. In my teenagecrush on him I had ignored his somewhat arrogant attitude to life. He wasan heir to old money that had given him a sense of entitlement. Then hehad dropped me and laughed at my desolation.I heard of him occasionally since, when I read or saw pictures of him atsome or other society function. He was not currently married. Maybe otherwomen, a. What happened next shocked both Mark and Lisa to they point they drew breath. Alison dropped her tights to the floor then lifted up her skirt to reveal sexy red knickers and a lovely bald pussy underneath and started to rub herself. She then dropped to her knees behind Lisa and moved her head towards her pussy as Lisa quivered with excitement. Mark looked on in complete shock "chuffin hell" he exclaimed. Lisa felt the same way but was unable to convey this as she was overcome with excitement at.