A nearby guard stepped behind the tree where I was hiding to relive himself, and I swung down behind him while he was shaking it. I held his head to t...he tree, showed him my big bayonet, and urged him to be still. He understood, his eyes wide, never leaving that big blade pointing at his nose."Fraus, frauleins, where fraus?" I asked it my broken German. My vocabulary actually ended with the word for beer, which was Bier.No, no, he told me. "Nein," he said. "Frau tot, Madchen vent, gone."I. Mene uske kan ke piche uske kano ko chusne laga uske neak ko choosne laga sath hi sath ek ungli uske bhos me dal ke hilane laga wo to sirf ek hi baat bol rahi thi dal tera lod meri bhos me ab ssahan nahi hota or wo chiilla rahi thi. Phir se wo mere upar aake uane lund ko pakad kar uski bhos me dal diya to mere lund pura garam garam feel karne laga jese uske bhos ka pura ka pura pre cum garam lagne laga or mere upar jump karne lagi puri randi ki tarah or sath me uske boobs ko dabane laga jese. Mark was also feeling her pussy under water cause she wouldn't allow me to feel er pussy. I chuged down three glasses of champagne, and opened another bottle. I drank 2 more glasses and then I acted like I was asleep. I lay there and Mark asked if I was asleep. She said yes. he does this a lot. Then he said will he wake up. she said not unless I wake him up. She said he is out of it from drinking so much champagne. Then she said watch this. she straddled my face and slid her cummy pussy back. “Am I pretty?” she asked. He reached for her, drew him back between his legs so he could hug her. His sagging cock rubbed over her knees leaving a wet trail. “Of course you’re pretty,” he told her. “You’re…beautiful. The sexiest, prettiest girl I know.” “Prettier than Momma?” she asked. She smiled at his reaction. “Don’t answer that. That wasn’t fair. I just wanted you to tell me I was pretty. You used to say it a lot.” “I’m sorry. I guess…I thought it was perverted to tell you how beautiful.