Maybe it was the booze, or something more inherent, but I licked further and further up. Going above her clit. Nearing her mons, where my cum was spre...ading and streaking. I could smell it, and it turned me on. So I shifted my whole body forward, and in one slow stroke, licked from her clit along a line of cum, collecting it with my tongue. This time it wasn't an accident. I wanted to taste it, to pick it up off her. "Oh my god". That's all she said. She wasn't asleep. I looked up, and she was. My pussy was getting very wet and juicy.***********************************************************************************************"Girl it just feels like all he wants to do is have sex. I'm sick of men. I'm goin back to women," Tina said in her smooth voice."I'm a les so I wouldn't know how you feel. Come here and give me a hug," I said, as I saw a tear drop from her sexy brown eyes. Her body pressed against mine, and I could feel she was wet."You know Mrs. Bi, you can always experiment. German reprisals on the population got heavier and heavier and, for the few that remained in Slutsk, life became intolerable under occupation.Risa explained all this to Rhykov, even though it all had a ring of familiarity about it. True, because of Slutsk's Jewish influence, the Nazis had been particularly savage in the area, but such things were happening all over occupied Russia.The sisters lay beside Rhykov in his small cabin on simple straw palettes. They each were encased in woollen. So when Jim Roselli came over and asked her to dance she was thrilled and jumped at the chance. Jim was a popular guy around the office, one of those that were graced with good looks and an easy manner, he enhanced his image by dressing impeccably and perfect grooming, one of those never a hair out of place kind of guys. She quickly discovered he was an also excellent dancer as he led her gracefully to the slow rhythm of the music. There was one question on her mind. ‘Where’s your wife tonight?.