Her hair was matted and straggly, her face was splattered with the grit and grime of the puddle and her dress was stained and torn. But underneath the... filthy exterior, she felt fantastic.The pipes in the wall clicked and groaned as the hot water began to flow down and out of the shower rose. When the water began to steam, she pulled her tattered and dirty dress off over her head. For a moment she toyed with the idea of washing the dress and patching the tear, but instead she tossed the foul rag. Now I go to be shot.’ He said, accepting his fate. ‘Nooo!’ The words escaped from my mouth. ‘Silence!’ The German sentry stuck his head inside and warned us, ‘If the Sergeant hears either of you it will be all the worse for you.’ Dreng fell silent. Two shots rang out and I jumped in my seat. A woman screamed and pleaded for her man. The Germans returned, dragging a Lutheran minister. It was Pastor Vorstett. One of my father’s colleagues. His face was bleeding and he was in pain. ‘If you try. Didi ne kaha tum meri panty ke saath kya karte ho?maine kaha didi sach kahun,,mujhe panties sunghna chatna.aur chumna accha lagta hai..kyunki jis bhiladki ka main panty chumta hun mujhe usski vagina(bur) ki yaad dilati hai..aur main apne sex desire ko santusti deta hun.didi ne kaha tabhi puja aur mummy ki bhi panties tumhare pas hogi…maine haan kahdiya.didi ne kaha main tumhari behen ho aur ye sab khayal didi ke liye rahna paap hai.maine kahanaap behan aur ladki dono hain…apke bhi kuch desires. He was looking at beauty of her naked body. He is not that talkative. And was doing everything silently. Mil: what are you thinking you motherfucker, don’t you like this body. Go on you do whatever you want to do. Whatever you dreamed to do. He fallen on her body and smooched her mouth while she was speaking. He spitted two three times into her mouth and sucked her mouth. And moved to boobs. She shouted again. Mil: Bastard, motherfucker Talk something. Don’t you like to fuck your mom like mad.