Britain was the only European country with a decidedly anti-Hitler attitude and even that country was fairly evenly divided about waging war or contin...uing to appease the land-hungry dictator.At several ports of call, I gained updates on the war on the western front and the news was just as I had expected and I knew my strategic withdrawal was the best solution to the hectic circumstances.Barcelona was in a festive mood even whilst the British Army regulars were taking heavy fire from the. She would come to my bed willingly, I could teach her how to please a woman and please her in turn. I imagine her cries as she rides my face, my tongue lapping at her fresh young pussy, rubbing my thumb on the little nub at the top of her slit, a finger slipping round to tease the little brown pucker between the large, tanned globes of her buttocks. Fun, certainly, and it makes for a nice orgasm after the weird afternoon I had, but it doesn’t scratch the itch.So, someone less willing. I. .”“But?” Polly leaned in closer.“But ok; the truth. After a while I liked it; I capitulated. I orgasmed and I liked it.”“But ... after, well I felt defiled,” he concluded.“Sort of like ... Well, sort of like what happened with me?” Polly asked.“No that was consensual! Yes, I guess to some extent you seduced me; but I was a willing participant from the beginning. In this case; I was forced to participate in an act to which I did not consent,” Michael took another draught of his beer.“But. As I stood looking at him for a short while I laughed at myself inwardly. You’re a stupid wishful thinker, I reflected. After turning off the lights in his room, I made my way to my own bedroom. Sleep did not come easily, as I once more pleasured myself while fantasizing about him.Late the following Friday, it appeared that a die had been cast when Sean arrived at my home with a shopping bag containing beers. Summer was fast approaching and we were wearing t-shirts, shorts, and sandals. I again.