Then she whispered to me, “I’m on the pill…Take me.”Sweet Jesus!I flipped her over the railing in front of us. Her ass—two perfect, shining ...hemispheres of taught flesh—a perfect woman’s body. I hesitated… but not a woman’s experience. I slowly inserted one finger into her pussy and leaned over her back, my other hand now gently rubbing her clit. My cock was between her thighs, not inside her. I put my lips to her ear and over the driving rain asked, “Have you ever been with a man?”She turned. Jenna was a pale redhead, dressed up like some kind of Goth or Wicca practitioner."Hey doesn't this remind you guys of what we did to Ivy??" Alex spoke like an insensitive moron."Not now Alex. This girl is dead. Do you know that it is bad to speak ill of the dead!!" Brady said in an annoyed tone."Ivy is not dead. She is dead. Do you know what is going to happen to all those kids involved in her death. They are all going to be spending the rest of their lives in prison. Imagine if that happened. ” I smiled at the memory.Mrs Wisniewski was still on her hobby horse. “And they told you how wonderful their society was, I suppose.”I thought for a moment. “That’s not the impression I came away with.”Mrs Wisniewski blinked and shifted in her chair, but I did not give her a chance to interject.“Outside of Berlin, all the FDJ people I talked with were looking at their society in a slightly critical way. They knew something about the west beyond the Soviet propaganda and did not want a society. Cindy activated a cold pack and placed it on John's bandaged ankle. She than wetted down a washcloth with warm water and handed to John."Keep the cold pack on your ankle," Cindy told him. "I'll have the secretary call your parents about your sprain and find out what they would like to do. If your parents haven't come for you when I get back, I'll do another checkup after lunch."John's eyes lit up in anticipation and he said, " Just tell them it's a minor sprain. My mom can come get me in a.