I put the coffee on the coffee table and slipped off my panties. I didn’t even have to pat him on the head. He knew what I wanted and dived into my ...crotch. Anticipation had built up in both us I think because I squealed and he growled. He seemed extra urgent in his lapping at me and I moved forward on the couch. His tongue now slid from my clit to my backdoor and back again. I was moaning and urging him on. I came twice before he seemed to get impatient. It felt so crazy that he wanted to mate. " What? You don't think a 22 year old guy could keep hispants up?" I leaned forward. "I may be full of bull, butI'll tell you this... at least I'm honest."She smiled and took another sip of her coffee, "That istruly refreshing." Me or the coffee?" I smiled.She sat the cup back down, "Oh you of course." We bothlooked up as the waitress came back past and refilled ourcups with steaming coffee. Kat remained quiet until thewoman moved away, "Most guys are only interested in onething from me, that's. “I just pretend to pay attention, so I don’t get in trouble with the Scharleiter or Herr Baumann.”“You say you’re not pure,” Gisela said. “I will keep it secret. How is this possible? Your background was thoroughly checked before you could join the HJ.”“This must stay between us,” Dieter insisted. “No one can find out.”“I promise,” Gisela replied.“My Oma ... my Mutti’s mutter ... she isn’t who her papers say she is,” Dieter explained. “Oma Schenck’s mutter, my Urgroßmutter [great gandma] Bauer,. I got dressed in a pair of panties and put on one of my husbands large white t-shirts without a bra and slowly made my way out of the room wondering what my dad thought of the situation. Dad was sitting in the living room watching baseball when I walked in. He started apologizing again saying he thought I was in my bedroom and he should have knocked. I told him it was ok and that I should have locked the door. I bent over and kissed him on the cheek and asked him if he wanted a cold drink. He.