1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca
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				Title: <strong>1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>27-03-2013, 17:21:29</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>One last dance - 1943</strong><br><br>Aletta knew that what she was doing was wrong. It was worse, even. As a child she had played with Jewish children, her parents used to invite the Cohen's over for parties: back in the days they had been the perfect, welcoming family, but after the Germans came and took their town over, there was nothing of that hospitality left. Not to the Jews, at least. <br><br>Rolf was a young, German lad whom had been sent to Aletta's town to hunt the undesirable people down and pass on their names to someone higher in status. Since he arrived in 1941, he had been taking care of Aletta <em>so well</em> she even trusted him with her body. Things had started off when she was fifteen, back in the summer of '41 when he told her about the other girls having this so-called "work": being there for the pleasures of the other guys, which the other girls had already informed her about <em>in painful details</em>. Rolf wasn't like that he said, he'd be gentle and kind and he had never mistreated her. Yet he had his... Mood swings. There were days at which Aletta didn't know what to do to please him because he would keep ranting at her, telling her she would eventually leave him. He'd end up fucking her senseless in the hayloft, murmuring about his terrible fate and falling asleep on her hot, sweaty chest afterwards. Those days were the worst. <br><br>At one of those days Aletta sat in their meadow, overthinking her future, when she saw a small spot in the sky becoming bigger and bigger until she could see a human form in it. A human form in the shape of a man with a parachute, a man not much older than she was and who'd become a threat as well as a great love to her. She was torn between two men and didn't have the slightest clue what to do. One lived with her and was supposed to be her future husband, whilst the other lived hidden in the hay barn. She brought Ryan food, that she had intentionally made for Rolf.<br><br><br>Aletta Kramer is a seventeen year-old girl who has shoulderlength dark blond hair and blue eyes. She's approximately 5'4 tall and has the curves she should have, though they're hidden behind shirts, knee-length skirts and nightgowns most of the time. She's feminine and friendly, cooks wonderful meals even though they're rationed. Aletta feels hurt and experiences bad stomach pain at night because of the stress she has to deal with. Her father is a banker and thus an important man. <br><br>There are things Aletta had never quite had, such as a childhood, true friends and - however she doesn't realise - true love. There are things she dreams of but knows she'll never get, her own family, a loving husband who'll come home after a long day of work, her own "home". She is mature beyond her years, though the teenage girl in her feels greatly confused by everything around her. <br><br>Aletta used to be curvier and doesn't feel feminine at all, even though she is. Her hair is straight but she occasionally sleeps with curlers. She is good at foreign languages (French, German and English) which comes in very useful at times like these.<br><br>(http://i49.tinypic.com/s18cxz.jpg)<br><br>(I am well aware that this pic was taken in a sixties setting, but I thought it to be the closest to Aletta)<br><br><br>Ryan Lackley was born and raised in London. He was always a lover of peace, never thinking in his childhood that he would join the military in his late teens and be pulled into one of the worst wars thus far in history. He had a relatively quiet childhood; He went to school, hung out with friends, went home, and slept to have a reboot of more of the same the next day. Nothing really more than that. That all changed on his 18th birthday. His father was called out to war against Germany and was killed in combat by a German soldier. Once Ryan gained this information, he felt it was his duty to fight. He joined the English military and went through rigorous training. He was a great pilot, so they assigned him his own helicopter. It was his job to transport soldiers to deployment points, and pick up any injured soldiers. A few years went by and he was flying over Aletta's hometown, and his helicopter was shot down by a German pilot. He was forced to eject from his helicopter, managing to parachute down with almost no damage, besides a few cuts from the impact against the ground.<br><br>Ryan is now 20 years old, he is a leaner man with minimal muscle. He is trained in hand-to-hand combat though he's lacking in firearm training. He has a noble heart and will always help one who appears to be in trouble.<br><br>(http://i49.tinypic.com/33ws1ef.jpg)<br><br><br>Rolf Blaschke was an only child born in Hamburg in 1916. His father was Korvettenkapitän (Lieutenant Commander) in the Kriegsmarine (German navy) and his mother was an ordinary housewife, very submissive to his father. His education was strict; any mistake made in his studies or his attitude towards his parents and teachers would be answered with beatings. This resulted in him becoming a reserved child, but very spiteful of his parents. Nevertheless, he had many friends in primary school and high school. <br><br>A dedicated pupil, he made it to Universität Hamburg, studying medicine there. <br><br>He was finishing his graduation when the war started; he was 22 then. His father forced him to join the army, and very soon he was in the frontline, fighting the French soldiers at the Maginot line. His prowess in combat – which he had gained during the tough military training he had had before - and medical skills were very useful to his squad of the Medical Troops, and he very quickly climbed the military hierarchy to the rank of Leutnantl (second lieutenant). After the successful conquest of France, he was sent back to Germany to help the medical squad of the Waffen SS in a small town. Being one of the highest ranked members there, he's having privileges with the locals, as with a certain young woman...<br><br>He doesn't really enjoy being engaged in SS activities, such as hunting Jews, gypsies and people with dwarfism down, but a soldier of the Wehrmacht must obey orders. He's diagnosed with BPD (Borderline Personality Disorder), although he hides this from everyone. Because of this, he's prone to sudden mood changes, and his moods vary from depressive to violent.<br><br>Rolf is tall (6.1 ft) and bulky (185 lbs). His hair is short, light blond, and he has blue eyes. He has very light skin.<br><br>(http://i49.tinypic.com/vo9y1j.png)</div><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>27-03-2013, 20:43:18</strong>
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				Walking up the stairs, Aletta heard the floor creak with every step she took. Every step brought her closer to him, closer to the man she spent her nights with. It was like tranquility had fallen over the house and everything seemed to be alright for once. "Good evening," Aletta said as she walked into his room, <em>their room</em>, and placed a hand upon Rolf's shoulder. He sat at his desk, his eyes filled with the empty look they had at times. "How has your day been, dear?" she asked, gently squeezing his shoulder. She felt cold. All she wore at that moment was a thin, linen night gown and her panties. She shivered, hoping he'd be in a good mood that night.<br><br>Oh, how little did she know who she was going to meet the next day.
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				Post by: <strong>MrCrowley</strong> on <strong>27-03-2013, 20:58:08</strong>
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				The day had been very tiresome. A widespread brawl in a bar had happened, and one of the involved drew a gun and shot the SS Officer who was trying to break up the fight. Thus, he had to treat many bruises and a gunshot wound, while hearing complaints of a higher ranked officer without being able to disagree. Now he sat in his desk, contemplatively looking to a transfer form... His father wanted him in Hamburg with his mother. Then she came; God, she was beautiful. He were really picky about women, but this time, he got it right. Wearing only a night gown and panties, she'd approached him and put a hand in his shoulder. "How has your day been, dear?", she asked of him. Ah, such commonplace. It feels like home here, despite of it all. He gazed upon her, and his expression changed: the coldness and the empty looking eyes suddenly gave way to an affective smile. "Well, it was... good, I suppose. And yours?" While asking her, he hugged her tightly, resting his weary head in her left shoulder, touching her hair with his cheek, savoring her aroma. Then, before she answered, he planted a caste kiss in her lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>27-03-2013, 21:17:21</strong>
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				"My day was quite alright, thank you for asking. I haven't done all too much except for a few small things in and around the house and worrying about you," Aletta said, seating herself on his lap, stroking his cheek with her hand and facing him, widely smiling. "If you don't mind me saying so, you look rather tired. I take it you had a long day at work?" she asked, slightly frowning and looking at him in concern. He had dark circles around his eyes and even though his eyes were glistening with affection and the corners of his mouth were curled up into a smile, he seemed to be under a lot of stress. And she knew how stressful his job could get, although his job itself was something she would never understand or be able to do. She shook her head and said, "I'm sorry. That was very rude of me, forgive me. You look as handsome as you always do." and kissed him back, breathing his scent in deeply. And even though he was much older than she was, she felt the two of them shared something special. <em>"But since I spared my energy today..."</em> Aletta whispered into his ear, leaving the rest of her sentence to his imagination.
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				Post by: <strong>MrCrowley</strong> on <strong>27-03-2013, 21:46:40</strong>
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				He looked back at her, very tempted by what she had just whispered into his ear. Then, with a slightly sad and tired expression he said "About my day, I'm sorry for not being thorough. It's not that I don't want to share with you, but... It's rough and violent, I don't want to trouble you with it. If you really want to know, one of the SS guys got shot, and who's the only seasoned doctor in town?" With that said, he abruptly rose from his chair, holding her arms tightly in his hands, "Now, about that energy you've got to spare..." He then released her arms and held her face with both hands, giving her a very long french kiss, slowly taking off the shackles of a day of discipline. His hands then descended to her waist, holding her even closer to him. He kissed her lips, her neck... She smelled of jasmin, an intoxicating scent. It was impossible not to love her.
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				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>27-03-2013, 22:15:42</strong>
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				The much taller man stood up so abruptly that she nearly jumped off his lap. "You're a wonderful person," Aletta said, naive as she was. "As for you being a doctor... You're a lot better than that old man we used to go to. I'd much rather be examined by you than-" she tried to add, but got pulled into a long, French kiss that seemed to last forever. His hands slid down over her body and she undid the tie that kept her night gown from falling to her feet, standing in front of him , her hair undone from bobby pins and her young, round-shaped breasts prodding against his green uniform which she started to undo. She could see how his hands trembled with lust, trying to undo his body from the restraints his clothes were to him, but softly pushed his hands away. "Let me do that for you, your hands are a bit shaky," Aletta said, her eyes widening. For a moment his mouth got loose from her neck, and she swiftly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his muscular chest. Feeling his hands upon her hips, she mirrored his moves, slipping her hand inside of his boxershorts and softly stroking the delicate skin of his abdomen. <em>"What do you want from me, meine Liebe?"</em>
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				Post by: <strong>MrCrowley</strong> on <strong>27-03-2013, 23:15:19</strong>
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				<em>"I want you"</em>, he replied, while lowering his head at the height of her breasts, and then kissing them one, two, three times before starting to suck on her left nipple. When she started to moan, he sucked even harder, and then grabbed her by the thighs and placed her on the edge of the bed. <em>"I want you"</em>, he murmured again in her left ear, while kissing every inch of her body. "Let me help you get rid of this", said he while helping her to take the last piece of clothing she had: her panties. When he was done, he seized the opportunity to kiss her right foot once, very softly.
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				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>27-03-2013, 23:35:58</strong>
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				"O-Oh my!" she stuttered as he placed her on the edge of the bed. "I want you too," she added, softly moaning as his kisses went on. She threw her head back, trying not to make her moans too loud and felt his soft lips kiss her right foot. She knew a lot about him, but his most prominently present quality was being a gentleman. Of course there were days at which he liked it rough, but he seemed be taking it easy. As he stood up after a while, she patted on the empty place on the bed and made him lie down next to her. "I want you to feel loved." she said in her sweet voice, crawling closer to him and French-kissing him more intensely than she had done before, slowly going down. She kissed his cheeks, his neck, his hot chest, his stomach... all the way down to his private quarters, which she knew he liked her to kiss, to lick and to suck on. Looking up at him, she waited for his instructions to go on.
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				Post by: <strong>MrCrowley</strong> on <strong>28-03-2013, 06:28:04</strong>
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				"Kiss me there, I beg you, my love..." and he moaned as she have moaned before - although in a masculine way. The pleasure was almost unbearable, her lips were too good to be true. His virile member was rock hard very soon, and her trick was looking at him while she sucked on it. Her penetrant eyes, God, it seemed that she was capable of learning every one of his sins only by looking into his eyes while giving him pleasure. He begged for more, but she knew better than that...
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				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>28-03-2013, 07:32:51</strong>
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				She couldn't help but smile at his pleas, and pulled his boxers down, revealing a rock-hard member, eagerly awaiting the warm embrace of her lips. Aletta wet her lips a bit and placed them over the tip of his member, sliding over it and teasing him with the tip of her tongue. She knew just how he liked it and his moans turned her on even more. She firmly grasped his cock with her one hand so she could guide it as she moved her head over it again and again. His precum tasted salty and made her lips tingle. When she noticed he got close, she crawled back up to him, straddling him at the meantime and kissing her beloved passionately. "I want you inside of me," she said, knowing the beast in him would soon be awoken. "Do it to me," she said in between kisses "give me everything you've got."
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				Post by: <strong>MrCrowley</strong> on <strong>28-03-2013, 17:24:08</strong>
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				"Do you want me inside of you?", he teased while looking to her face, with an expression of arousal. "Before, I must repay you", he said before starting to kiss her: first in the lips, her breasts, belly, and then in her feminine parts. He kissed, and then his tongue started to delve inside of her; she was very wet, and her insides tasted very sweet. She moaned and then moaned even higher, putting her hands around his head, pressing it against her womb and begging for more. He responded to her pleas by suddenly stopping the foreplay, and then thrusting his virile member into her; she was very tight. He started very slow, french-kissing her while he did it, one, two, three, four times... He always lost track of time while making love to her. She was his beauty, his doll, his lover... 
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				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>28-03-2013, 18:32:46</strong>
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				"Repay?". Her eyes widened a little bit and he kissed her, she gave in almost immediately. His experienced lips playfully sucked on her own, then moving down like she had done to him before. Once he had reached her private parts, she opened her legs to him to which he responded by lowering his head and licking her, wettening her entrance and thrusting his tongue deep inside of her. She knew he was ready when he sat up on his knees towering over her, lifted her hips up to his, carefully slid himself in and started thrusting deeply. She pulled her legs up to grant him deeper access, but thought she'd please him more by doing it in a different position, so she sat on his lap, able to kiss and embrace him tighter. And this was how they spent their night, mindless fucking that meant a lot more than you'd think at first sight. After a few more thrusts she noticed how he started going faster and felt how a thick liquid streamed into her own body. "Oh my, Rolf," she said, breathing heavily. "I love you, my dearest." she added, still panting.<br><br>(OOC: shall we move on to the next day? That way Mora can get in the picture ;). I'll reply again in a few hours)
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				Post by: <strong>MrCrowley</strong> on <strong>28-03-2013, 18:48:33</strong>
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				"I love you too, Aletta. Never, ever leave me, I beg of you." After the love-making, they remained in their soft embrace, fondling each other's hair, exchanging kisses, cuddling. The tired, sad expression came back to Rolf, as soon as he realized he was back on the real world. He then fell asleep, a dreamless and deep sleep, while Aletta was softly singing some beautiful ballad.<br><br>(OOC: Yeah, let's move on. I'll be here during the afternoon and evening, so don't worry.&nbsp; ;))
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				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>28-03-2013, 21:16:19</strong>
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				So she sang the song as if it was a lullaby, looking into his icy blue eyes, placing soft kisses upon his forehead when she paused singing and running her fingers through his light blond hair. "Do I want to be with you," she nearly whispered, allowing him to rest his head upon her soft chest. "As the years come and go?" Aletta sang and even a stranger would've heard the sincerity in her voice. She was in love like a child and she even wore expensive perfume for him, just to show him how much she cared. "Only forever if you care to know...". She laid down beside him, now resting her own head upon his muscular chest. With the beating of his strong heart echoing in the back of her mind, she fell asleep as well, as happy as could be.<br><br>A sunbeam shone through the off-white curtains and woke Aletta from her deep sleep. She looked to her right and indeed, Rolf was still there, asleep and most likely dreaming. A smile appeared upon her face as she stood up, careful not to wake him, and slipped into her negligee. She walked down the stairs tiptoed, preparing his breakfast and making a cup of coffee for them both. When she got back and woke him, the unexpected happened.<br><br>She had spent all day thinking of what she could have possibly done wrong that morning. Had it been the toast she had made? The marmalade, perhaps? She had nearly formed a theory about it when she noticed something falling from the sky. It was too big to be a bird and too small to be a plane. She could clearly see a human form in it and ran inside, grabbing Rolf's double-barrelled gun and pointed it at the man who was now hanging from the branches. "Who are you?!" she shouted, getting closer to him. "Answer me! I'm not afraid to shoot you and I certainly will if you don't tell me your identity!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrCrowley</strong> on <strong>29-03-2013, 00:19:43</strong>
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				He slept after they made love. The morning came, and she wasn't by his side. Somehow, this was enough to upset him. This was going to be one of those saturdays - the BPD was taking it's toll in his life. She came back with breakfast: a plate with toasts and marmalade, and a cup of coffee. What is man but a miserable little pile of secrets? "You're gonna leave me when I tell you, I'm sure", he said to her. She couldn't understand that statement, so she inquired him further. He didn't wanted to answer her, he wasn't in the mood for talking right now. "I'll put on some clothes and have a walk, I'll be back by noon." That was enough to make her sad. He didn't saw it, but he could swear that she was crying in the bathroom. As he left the house, regret and sadness blossomed inside of him, but it was too late. Walking would set things straight.
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				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>29-03-2013, 01:30:37</strong>
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				"But sweetheart," she exclaimed, failing at pushing the man back onto his bed. "I don't get it- Rolf?" Aletta said, careful not to stress him out, but before she knew he had dressed himself and walked out of the room. "I could never leave you, that's absurd!"<br><br>Aletta overthought everything she had heard that morning when she pointed the gun at the wounded man, hanging from the branches of the old apple tree. Oh, how she wanted to out her frustration...
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				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mora</strong> on <strong>31-03-2013, 18:21:46</strong>
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				The day started out so great, Ryan was flying through the sky without a care. He wasn't expecting ANYTHING to happen that day... Then he heard the sound of another helicopter, and before he had a chance to react, he was hit. He was quick to act, and ejected himself from his helicopter, looking back in time to see a German insignia on the side of the helicopter which shot him down. He knew he was over one of the cities taken over by the Germans, so he'd have to be really careful. First things first though, he had to touch the ground without breaking his leg. He opened his parachute and looked down, and he saw it- The tree. Try as he might, he couldn't avoid his parachute getting caught in the tree. Yank and pull as he might, he couldn't get free. He sighed and reached for his pocketknife, but that was when he heard the girl's voice, looking down to see her pointing a gun at him.<br>"W-wait just a minute! What in God's name do you think you're doing?!! If you must know, my name is 1st Lieutenant Ryan Crowley! I'm a pilot in the British army! Now please, don't shoot!" 
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				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>31-03-2013, 18:58:07</strong>
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				<em>"First Lieutenant, seriously?"</em> Aletta thought to herself and kept suspiciously pointing her gun at the young man. He seemed to have hurt himself pretty badly in his freefall, she could see a few deep cuts on his face and his leg was strangely crooked. "Thát calls himself a First Lieutenant?!" Aletta exclaimed, giggling at the sight of the lean, slender young man hanging from the branches of the tree. "You are in <em>my</em> yard, and I demand to be treated with a little more respect, especially since you just ruined our old apple tree. I could feed you to the dogs, Ryan Crowley, you're the enemy and the dogs aren't too domesticated to turn a piece of raw, English soldier-meat down," Aletta added, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Let's get you out of there first. I'll inform Rolf about your arrival here once he's home."<br><br>Putting her gun down, she climbed up the tree and started cutting the strings of his parachute. She couldn't help, but was pushed against him every time she cut another cord. When she had cut the last one, he fell down to the floor and groaned, his leg now in an even stranger position. That was the time she realised he wasn't much older than she was and helped him up. "Don't shout all too loud. People here like their sundays quiet and peaceful."
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				Post by: <strong>Mora</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 00:58:48</strong>
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				Oh why did he say First Lieutenant? What would possess him to say that? Ryan rolled his eyes as she called him the enemy, deciding he wasn't going to stoop down to her level. "I am sorry for your apple tree. But I assure you, I am not the enemy. At the same time, I AM in your territory, and I leave it up to you to decide what to do with me..."<br><br>Ryan winced as she cut him free and he slammed into the ground. He was screaming for maybe half a second before he managed to calm himself. "Yep, leg's&nbsp; definitely sprained... Or broken... Damned tree...." He whispered as he looked up at the woman. "Trust me, people back home aren't too keen on noise either..." He joked, chuckling, then wincing as she helped him up. "So.... You know my name, Ms... But I have no idea who you are... The only thing I lied about is my rank. I AM a pilot in the British Military though..."
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				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 01:55:10</strong>
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				Aletta effortlessly lifted the man up, his arm around her neck. "Oh, thanks for the apologies. And indeed, you are," she said, walking as slowly as she could so that he could keep up with her. "It looks broken to me, to be honest. I'm Aletta, Aletta Kramer. Hopefully soon-to-be Aletta Blaschke, if he has the courage to ask me..." she sighed, and after a walk that seemed to have taken hours, she put him down on a haystack, rolling up her sleeves and looking at Ryan who was visibly in pain. Aletta didn't notice, but from where he sat, he had perfect sight on her breasts, although they were covered by a white bra. She felt warm and had a bright blush upon her cheeks but continued the first aid. <br><br>"Alright, don't get me wrong, but I need to do this. Purely professional," she said, pulling Ryan's trousers down as good and as bad as she could. She couldn't help it, but swiftly went over his groin, later apologising for that. "Sorry. There's only one way of doing this... I'm gonna pull on your leg and it will hurt very badly. Be a big boy for me now. You would've been dead by now, too." she said and pulled as hard as she could, causing him to scream out in pain. For the first time in her life, she saw a man's eyes fill up with tears, even though it was inevitable. She had never seen anyone as... human as he was, and from the moment they had started talking, she had been able to hear the sincerity in his voice.<br><br>For a moment she left him, running into the house and getting some stuff she thought she'd need- bandages, hot water, a blanket. She wasn't sure about what she was doing, but it felt alright. Actually, it felt even better. "Sorry, I had to get some stuff," she said as she sat down in front of him, one hand on his sore leg and the other carefully cleaning his face. "You'll be alright. I just... I'm not sure what I should do with you, you're supposed to be the enemy, the one hunting us down and killing us all, but instead you're friendly and haven't hurt me yet in any possible way. Are you sure you are English? Not Italian?" Aletta asked, but heard a familiar whistle coming from outside of the hay barn. She quickly pushed Ryan behind a haystack and beckoned him to hush as Rolf walked in.<br><br>"Hello sweetheart," Aletta said, placing a soft kiss upon his unshaven cheek. "I've missed you dreadfully. Did I do something wrong this morning? Was it something I did last night?" she asked her beloved whom didn't answer, looking into his empty, blue eyes. The eyes that had once been filled with love and affection were now cold and emotionless. "Your eyes are so empty lately... Is there anything I could do to make you feel better? I just wish I could show you my love, but it's almost as if nothing seems to work." Aletta exclaimed, not-realising Ryan still sat behind the haystack.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrCrowley</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 04:30:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He walked. An hour, maybe two? It didn't mattered. He set his thoughts straight. What was he doing? Panicking over a letter? His father was an officer from the <em>Kriegsmarine</em>, he didn't have the authority to transfer him back to Hamburg! Aletta... He loved her, despite of it all. She would make a good wife. Rolf decided to tell her, discuss the matter with her. That was a decision he couldn't make alone. <br><br>He went back to the house, and as soon as she saw him, she kissed him in the cheek, apologizing and begging him to tell her what was wrong with his empty eyes. He suddenly changed again, his eyes back to normal as he replied her: "I apologize, my dear. You haven't done anything wrong. I'm not being entirely honest with you. There are some... things we must discuss. Maybe we could go inside and talk? Don't worry, it isn't about you... it's about me."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 10:56:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course," aletta said, following his lead. He seemed to be in distress and that concerned her. "We do indeed need to talk," she sighed, and suddenly Ryan popped up in her mind. He was still behind that haystack, god knows what he had heard... She'd go back later that night. There was a difference between him and Rolf. "Here," Aletta said, handing Rolf a brandy and sitting down on the couch next to him. She had her hand upon his upper leg, though this was more in a comforting way than a sexual one. "That'll make you feel at least a little bit better. Now tell me, what is bothering you so much? Something at work?" She guessed, frowning and now playing with her fingers on the back of his hand. He was much bigger, but she felt he did in fact need her as much as she needed him. She put on the radio, some easy music started playing. It kept her mind off things, made her happy... Think of better days. As he started to explain things to her, she immediately seated herself next to him, knowing how rude it was not to look at your conversational partner's eyes as they spoke.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrCrowley</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 16:07:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"As you know,&nbsp; my father is an officer from <em>Kriegsmarine</em>. He's trying to use his influence to transfer me back to Hamburg, although I need to sign the form - meaning that I must want to go back." He lowers his forehead, and puts his right palm over his eyes.&nbsp; "I... am sorry about the lasw few days. I could only think about this, I haven't been good to you. I want you to be a part of my life, so what do you think I should do?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 16:33:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"There is no blame to be taken," she said, putting a comforting hand upon his shoulder. Her heart beat faster at the thought of him not being around, which made her uncomfortable. She pulled a hand through her hair and sighed. "This is something I can't decide for you. I'm sure you miss home... just do what your heart tells you. Of course I would like to remain part of your life, but if you want to go back to Hamburg I'll understand your choice. Will you write to me?" she asked, her eyes big with shock.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrCrowley</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 16:57:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"But I don't want to go! They're my parents and all, but... they weren't the loving parents everyone seems to have." He took her hands affectionately and kissed their back. "I want to stay with you. I want to have a life of my own, by your side." <br><br>After saying that, almost invisibly, a solitary tear trickled down from his right eye and he hugged her tightly. "Please, don't leave me."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 17:54:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"There's nowhere I'd rather be," she said. The sound of her words got muffled because she was pulled into a tight hug, but she was fairly sure he could hear them just fine. "I'm not going anywhere, I love you more than anything or anyone in the world. I'll be glad to be by your side." She kissed him softly as though it was a seal on what she had just said and couldn't help but let out a few tears. All she had ever wanted was a normal life, someone to love, to cherish. And it just seemed like she had it after all.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrCrowley</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 21:12:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thanks, my dear", he said, releasing her from his embrace. "I'll go upstairs to read a little bit, set my thought straight. I'll leave you to your chores. We'll talk more at lunch." He then went upstairs to his office.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 21:48:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				At first, she just sat there on the couch, staring at the ugly wallpaper that needed replacement. It took her a while to get back to Planet Earth, but when she did, she realised she still had someone in the haybarn to look after, and quickly slipped her shoes back on as she browsed the kitchen cupboards for food, hoping nobody would hear or see her. <em>I have to report him</em>, her mind told her, <em>I have to report him, he's the enemy. What if he kills us?</em><br>"Don't think such foolish things!" she said to herself. "He's only young. And he won't hurt you." she added to that, then realised how stupid it was to talk to herself and walked towards the haybarn, knocking a few times first. <br><br>"I'm sorry, I had to leave for a while," she said, rubbing her eyes that had gotten irritated from crying. "Duty called, I've brought you some food. I'll report you tomorrow, I have to. And oh, thanks for... not-killing me straight away. It's greatly appreciated. Maybe you'll get away with it... wouldn't count on it, though." she added coldly. It was like some sort of trance had mastered her mind and burned its way onto her soul.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mora</strong> on <strong>02-04-2013, 00:12:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Everything happened so fast, Ryan didn't know what to think. He sighed a breath of relief as the two left him alone. So that guy, Rolf, was one of the enemies. No. Here, he was the enemy, and that German was one of the good guys... This place was much different than England. He was sure he wasn't going to leave this place in one piece if he didn't act fast, but first he needed to let his leg heal. He looked up as the woman came back to him. "Aletta, right? Report me if that's what your heart's telling you to do. And no need to thank me. I don't believe I'm in any shape to kill anyone right now, not that I would even if I weren't injured... You seem like a good person..." Great. His luck was running out. He knew that the moment he was reported, he would be put to death. This was a war and just being here, in the nest of the enemy was bad for him, the worst crime he could ever commit. He looked in her hands and saw the food she brought him. "Thank you, but I really am not that hungry at the moment..." He lied, though his stomach was grumbling as he said it. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>02-04-2013, 01:03:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I swear to whichever God you believe in, that this food isn't poisoned," Aletta said as she took a bite to prove him. "See? No cyanide, no sleeping medications. Just a nice sandwich with ham, cheese, tomatoes... lettuce even. Well-buttered, brown bread. I made it myself." She snarled, handing it over and watching him eat. "You eat like a pig," she giggled as she sat down next to him and looked at his leg. She didn't know many young men and the youngest she knew, was Rolf, but he was a grown man, being a "mere" ten years her senior. "Aren't you a bit young to be at war, Ryan? You are still a child. At least you look younger than the soldiers I know... Is this what they do to you there in England?". She shivered. The thought of someone her age - or close to her age - fighting, murdering and slashing people down sent shivers down her spine. All men she knew whom had been sent to fight were typical Aryan men: muscular, strong, tall and patriotic to the bone. Ryan was nothing like that. He seemed fragile, to have good intentions... to be human. She overthought everything and concluded that maybe she didn't <em>need</em> to tell anyone about him, that she could take care of him until war was over. IF that day was ever gonna come. When he had finally finished his sandwich and seemed more relaxed, Aletta kissed him. It was like she was under some sort of spell that made her do so, and when she realised what she had just done, she broke off, apologising and backing away from him. "I am terribly sorry, I don't know what just overcame me. No one can now of this happening. Good evening, Ryan." She ran off into the house, brushing bread crumbs from her blouse and splashed her face with cold water. What <em>in the Führer's name</em> had she been doing?! <br><br>Filled up with a feeling of guilt, she let her hair down and started undressing herself. "I belong to Rolf, I love him. I will be Mrs. Blaschke one day and I will not betray him." she spoke to herself as though she needed a mantra, a reminder, a note that would keep her from doing bad things. Speaking of the devil..., she felt a pair of strong arms cling around her waist. "Oh! You scared me!" she turned around, smiling. "I had no idea you were here! I thought you were in the other room, forgive me."<br><br>(OOC: I'm planning on writing large paragraphs like these in the future. That way the both of you will be able to write at the same passage. Tell me if you like it or not)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrCrowley</strong> on <strong>02-04-2013, 02:28:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He tore the transfer form into pieces and wrote a naughty letter to his father, stating that he would remain stationed there. Then, he grabbed the newspaper and started to read it - the <em>Afrikakorps</em> were not faring well. Honestly, he didn't agree much with the segregation - he was not patriotic like his father. But he Nazi party ruled Germany, and as an officer, he had to obey orders. <br><br>He went to their room, and Aletta was there undressing, apparently distraught from the world around her. He pulled her by the waist with his arms, kissing her neck as well. "Oh! You scared me! I had no idea you were here! I thought you were in the other room, forgive me" she said, turning around and similing with an expression that seemed a little troubled. "There's something wrong, <em>mein liebe</em>?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>02-04-2013, 12:21:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, of course not," Aletta stumbled for a bit, then relaxed. "I was just caught in a daydream and talking to myself. That's why I jumped up so badly when you walked in," she smiled, pulling his hair behind his ear so that she could see him better. "You don't know your own strength," She turned on the radio. A soft song was playing and she put her arms around his neck, softly singing along with the music. "Come, dance with me. We've got something to celebrate."<br><br>His goodbye-kiss in the morning when he smelled of nice aftershave, the way he would whistle if he had had a good day at work, his way of being gentle - opening doors, offering her his arm when they were outside - and even his voice made her realise what a lucky woman she should be and how much of a dirty slut she had been by kissing the wrong person. She embraced Rolf tighter, not wanting to let go of him. Ever. Or...? No. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mora</strong> on <strong>02-04-2013, 21:14:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ryan ate his sandwich as fast as possible once she finally convinced him to eat it. He raised his eyebrows at her as she joked about him supposedly 'eating like a pig'. "Oh, is that so? I'll have you know I haven't eaten a thing all day. I never eat before taking flight.... Makes me nervous," He added. This girl seemed to think England was full of monsters, though in truth he'd been thinking the same thing about Germany. Maybe they were both wrong, though he doubted it. "I am young, yes, but I didn't join because they forced me... I did it because I wanted to... Someone had to avenge my father's death..." He whispered then finished his sandwich. He was opening his mouth to thank her but in that same moment, she kissed him! And&nbsp; before he even had a chance to react, she pulled away from him, leaving him there alone, bidding him a good night.<br><br>Ryan didn't know how he felt about this girl. She was surely a good person, she was helping him out instead of reporting him to the German Militia, as anyone else would have done. But did he like her intimately? He didn't know. He obviously hadn't known her long enough just yet. That kiss had his head going around in circles, and now that he was alone, he didn't know what to think. She had her strong German to look after her anyway. He wouldn't hate this man if he ever had to meet him. He would simply run a knife across him throat. That was his duty as a soldier anyway, not to mention he was in their territory. The time would undoubtedly come where he'd have to fight for his life.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>02-04-2013, 21:50:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's cold in here," Aletta said. And she felt cold, despite being held by her oh so beloved Rolf. "Wait for me, I'll just get some wood for the fireplace. Won't take me long, I promise. Hopefully there's some left, and if not, I'll be at the neighbour's." She winked as she put on a pair of her nightie, her dressing gown and a pair of slippers. Walking as fast as she could, she felt how the cold embraced her bare legs tightly. The cold breeze of early spring was something she had always detested, but on this particular night she hated it even more. It was just until she got to the barn that she realised she was harbouring a fugitive, which stressed her out greatly. The cold overwon her fear though, and she walked inside, turning on her flash light so that she could see where the lock was, then turned it off again to spare the precious batteries. Totally forgetting where she had hidden Ryan, she stumbled upon him and tripped over, letting out a scream. Quickly turning on the flashlight, she saw he had pulled out a knife and pointed it at her.<br><br>"Whoa!" Aletta managed to let out, her eyes big with shock. She panted, brushing her hair straight with the fingers of her left hand. "I'm s-s-sorry! I had no idea where I was going," she blushed, at least a little bit uncomfortable meeting him at this late hour. "How's your leg?" Aletta asked needlessly and looked at it, noticing she had literally fallen on top of him and that she was putting his leg in a painful position by half-sitting on it. "Sorry! Please forgive me for being so exceedingly rude as not to notice leaning on your legs. And for escaping earlier today..." she added, blushing even more. "I'm not quite sure what overcame me, again, my apologies. I should never have kissed you, you've probably got someone in England to care for." she smiled weakly, uncomfortably folding her arms around her legs.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mora</strong> on <strong>03-04-2013, 19:08:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ryan was almost asleep when he heard footsteps approaching. He opened his eyes and drew his knife just before someone literally fell on top of him. This caused him a great deal of pain because they landed on his leg that was still on the road to recovery. He bit his lip and cursed under his breath, then noticed it was Aletta, and he put his knife away. "Oh... I'm sorry. I thought you might have been someone else..." He said with a nervous smile. "Oh my leg? Yeah, it was fine until about 5 seconds ago..." He swore under his breath again. Then she got off his leg and he could breathe easy again. "I think you actually twisted it further than it already was..." He joked. "Don't apologize for that kiss." He pulled her closer and gave her a peck. "That was because you didn't let me kiss you back earlier... So now we're even..." He sighed. "Nobody in England is waiting for me... Me ex left me because I enlisted. Apparently everyone thought I'd be dead by now."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>03-04-2013, 19:44:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aletta stood up, brushing the hay off her nightgown and blushing lightly. "I'm sorry, Ryan. There's someone waiting for me and I should get inside." She tucked him in, half-burying him in hay to keep the cold out, then softly touched his forehead. "Sleep well. I'll bring you some food and medication tomorrow morning. Be patient, don't even think of moving your leg and for God's sake... Don't make any noise." She said, grabbing&nbsp; few blocks of wood and closing the barn's door behind her, basically locking him in. It might not've been noticeable, but her mind got spinning from that little peck he had given her. Her lips tingled, but she blamed it on the fact he was an other man than Rolf and that his lips had that typical fullness. <br><br>Once she got inside she ran up the stairs as silently as she could, trying not to wake the neighbours. It took her a while but when she had finally lit the fire, a yellowish-orange light filled up the room along with the nice warmth a fireplace always brought. "It's warmer over here," she said, biting her bottom lip and suggestively pulling her eyebrows up. She kicked her slippers off, but tied the cord of her dressing gown and pulled up her nightie so that he'd have more to do - if he was in the mood, of course. "Come, see for yourself!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrCrowley</strong> on <strong>07-04-2013, 17:19:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rolf approached the fireplace, straddling his arms around her waist. "It is warmer here indeed", said he with a devious grin, hugging her tightly. Her strands of blonde hair would ticke his face, as he kissed her neck and throat with muffled laughter. His hands would have fun caressing her thighs. <br><br>"Honey?" He murmured to her ear. "The day had its ups and downs, and I'm a little tired. Do you mind if we only cuddle tonight? I could still touch you..."<br><br>With that said, he stopped fondling her and sat by the fireplace, hitting his thighs with two little slaps, signaling her to sit on his lap. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>07-04-2013, 18:28:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"That seems just fine to me," Aletta said with a smile and sat on his lap, leaning her head upon his shoulder and inhaled his scent. Her thoughts drifted away to the man in the haybarn who must've been able to kill for a warm embrace. "If you wish to just go to sleep, that's fine. I can tell from the look in your eyes you're not up for much, and I must admit that - however your slightest touch is nice - I am pretty tired as well."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrCrowley</strong> on <strong>07-04-2013, 18:35:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ooh, I couldn't sleep even if I wanted to with a woman so gorgeous like you beside me", he said and then kissed her fiercely. His right hand slipped through her nightgown into her panties, and he started making practiced movements, answered by delicious moans coming from her mouth. As he pleasured her, he kissed her all over her throat and face, eventually kissing her in the lips again - biting her upper one provocatively. With his free hand, he would fondle her breasts, squeezing her nipples softly. "You sure you want me sleeping?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>07-04-2013, 19:05:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"This is just so unfair!" she exclaimed, still biting her lip as he went on touching her. "You're just not allowing yourself any pleasure- Oh, go on, I beg you-" Aletta said, moaning softly and letting out a few more pleas as he touched her again. He knew just what to do to make her head spin and he would most certainly take every chance he had. Yet she regained herself and pulled his hand away from her. <br><br>"If you just lay back, this can be a very pleasurable, non-tiring experience for you as well. It won't take much more of your energy, I promise." She kissed him, leaning over him and trying to reach his private quarters with her right hand. He was hard, there was no denial in that, so she started sliding her hand over the length of his member and wet her finger with precome to lick it off just a little later. Soon she felt his hand back on her own private parts and so she went on stroking him. When she felt she was getting close, she straddled him so that she had better access to his virile member. As he had been a little on the rough side, she wouldn't leave him unsatisfied and held his member into her hands, sliding her mouth over his shaft and tightening the grip of her mouth. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrCrowley</strong> on <strong>07-04-2013, 19:16:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As her lips kissed and licked his tip, he would start to moan as well. "Oh, what an altruistic woman you are", said Rolf, without stopping from pleasuring her. "I guess I'm not able to say n- OH!" She was pleasuring him so much he couldn't even finish his words. The way that she looked at him while sucking him off took him off guard, and he blushed a little. <br><br>"I love you, Aletta."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>07-04-2013, 20:19:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm not altruistic, dearest," she said as she heard him complaining. "I love you too. Don't you like what I'm doing?" She asked and slid her nightgown off her shoulders, showing her breasts in their full glory. "Lean your head back, give in to the feeling. I'll let you have your share when I'm done." She winked at him and went down again. Oh, how she loved the way he'd plead for more, the taste of his virile member... The delicate skin of his abdomen against her lips. It was very fulfilling at times like these. Just the gentlest touch or kiss in the morning would satisfy her for a whole day.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrCrowley</strong> on <strong>07-04-2013, 20:33:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He held her head with his two hands, pulling her mouth against his member. Rolf would caress and hold her hair back as well; he didn't wanted an interruption, after all. "Love, I've changed my mind. I want us to be one..." That said, he pulled her up and placed his erect shaft inside of her, letting her ride him widly, thrusting with all of what was left of his strength. "Oh, ride me, love!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>07-04-2013, 21:15:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				So she did. She guided his hands towards his hips so that he could pull her towards him as she went up and down. His member was deep inside of her and she could feel it moving even deeper as she moved faster and faster. At moments she'd bend down to kiss him, causing him to sigh in what seemed to be relief. "Don't stress yourself. Allow me to do this for you," she said, her voice high-pitched due to the constant penetration she was given. "You have had a long day, you deserve to be taken care of." As she said that, she held his hands against her breasts so he could feel how hard her nipples were, so that he could squeeze them and feel her flesh. She moved faster, letting his cock slide in and out of her at a fast rate and trying to pull her upper legs together to tighten the grip she had on him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrCrowley</strong> on <strong>08-04-2013, 02:48:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It didn't took him long to be on the limit. The two were moaning, like a couple of cats in heat, each one sating his most hidden pleasures. He was squeezing her breasts while thrusting inside of her. It felt so good. In no time, he hugged her tightly, their torsos united by his strong arms while he would unload a thick burst of his seed inside of her. "I love you, baby. I want... I want you to have my son..." Said he between gasps.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>08-04-2013, 10:37:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Aletta felt how the thick liquid filled her insides and gasped at what he said. Being with a German would eventually lead to having plenty of his children, but she couldn't imagine being pregnant at such a young age. Yet she kept moving until he was done and stayed on top of him for a little while so that no seed would escape. "Is this really what you want, my dearest?" She asked him, caressing his chest as she laid down beside him, a bit of his bodily fluid trickling out. "I will make a loyal, good wife to you. And I will raise our children to be strong, to love their country." She kiissed him softly and laid her head back on his chest, guiding his hand to her abdomen. "A soldier will grow inside of me. A soldier like his father."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrCrowley</strong> on <strong>08-04-2013, 15:54:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Spent, Rolf stood there laying with her, his right hand on the back of her head, caressing her through strands of hair; kisses were exchanged as well, but his tiredness soon got the better of him. "Sweet dreams, my love", said he, before closing his eyes and falling into Morpheus's arms.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>08-04-2013, 17:26:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You too." Aletta said, and with that she put her arms around his torso. The beating of his heart was like a lullaby to her and she fell asleep rather quickly, drifting off into her dreams. The next morning however, she woke up with a bad headache and felt something heavy resting on her chest. Rolf had apparently rested his upper body on hers in his sleep and made her breathing harder than usual. "Oompfh, darling..." she said silently, pushing the man off of her body. "Could you please move for a bit...?" she added, though he wouldn't wake up from his deep sleep. She caressed his hair, watching him as he slept and decided to quickly brush through her hair as it had gotten tangled the night before. Her legs were stuck together and she still felt a little strange, though she didn't mind all too much. Walking back, she saw he had finally woken up by the clearly disoriented look in his eyes. "Good morning, sleepyhead." she said softly so he wouldn't wake up as aching as she had. "Have you slept well?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrCrowley</strong> on <strong>09-04-2013, 21:32:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He yawned and answered her shotrly. "Yes, my dear." He sat in the bed and started to stretch. "You know, I would kill for a cup of coffee now, love" he teased her into making him one. Rolf then hugged her, kissing her softly in the lips two times, caressing her hair and pressing his body against hers. Nothing pleased him more than waking up besides his lover. "I love you, my dearest."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>09-04-2013, 23:08:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Aletta caressed his hair. He was always rather... affectionate when he was still sleepy, so she walked downstairs and made him a nice, hot cup of coffee. "Here you are, liebling," She said as she handed it to him. She enjoyed taking care of him and particularly did so when she felt he needed it, which was almost every day. "It's still early, relax. You look a bit sleepy." Aletta remarked and kissed his forehead, letting him lean his head upon her chest for a little while.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrCrowley</strong> on <strong>09-04-2013, 23:14:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He laid down, leaning his head against her chest, drinking his coffee. Her soft hands would caress him affectionately, and for a moment he wished that this minute never ended. Rolf finished his coffee and opened the wardrobe, and got dressed quickly - a plain t-shirt and pants, the perfect dressing for a Sunday. He then spoke to her "I'll be in the office reading the newspaper, mein liebe."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>09-04-2013, 23:30:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That seems like a good idea. I'll do some tidying around, wouldn't want you to think we'll live in a messy house like this," she said and got up as well, dressing herself. "That would be bad, not?" She smiled, grabbing the pillow she had left in front of the fireplace. "I still don't have words for last night. It was amazing, Rolf. Thank you so much for everything. I don't even deserve someone like you." she said, walking out and making herself some breakfast.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrCrowley</strong> on <strong>12-04-2013, 00:56:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rolf sat down in his chair, reading the newspaper thoroughly. The tides of war were turning, and it wasn't in Germany's favour. A shiver ran down his spine; he was thinking about what would happen if the yankees or the british took the town by assault - it was close enough&nbsp; from the border. He would be able to keep Aletta safe? He wouldn't be able to forgive himself if some filthy soldier put his hands on her. He left the newspaper in his desk and started to fill the transfer form - he was going to Hamburg, and she was going with him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>12-04-2013, 01:09:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Aletta opened up the door to the barn and got a bit of bread and cheese from under her apron, speaking to the British soldier she took care of. "Ryan, it's me, Aletta." She said, watching the hay stack move. "I've brought you breakfast." She added, listening as he yawned widely. He wasn't much of a morning person, unlike Rolf. "C'mon, rise and shine!" She said, shaking him a bit. She smiled at the effort he gave in order to keep himself on his feet, but caressed his face like a mother did to her child or a loved would do to the one he or she loved in order to comfort them. "It's not much, but it is... Food."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mora</strong> on <strong>13-04-2013, 07:39:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ryan opened his eyes a crack as he heard Aletta speak to him. He yawned then flinched as she shook him. "Okay, okay, give me a second... Thank you..." He joked and managed to stand up though his leg was still feeling a bit numb. He blushed as she caressed his face and looked into her eyes. "Heh... you know, I'd be able to wake up easier if I had a blanket or something... It got rather cold in here last night... The hay wasn't helping much, unfortunately..." He sighed then quickly ate the bread and cheese. "Oh, don't worry about it... I wasn't really that hungry..." He lied and grabbed her hand gently. "I'm glad you came to see me... I've gotten rather lonely lately..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>13-04-2013, 17:56:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't push yourself so hard!" Aletta said as he stood up with a painful expression upon his face. She looked up to him with concerned eyes, her hand resting upon his shoulder. "I'll bring you one as soon as possible. It can get cold in here, indeed... And don't even bother lying, Ryan," She sighed with a weak smile as he ate what she had given him, as hungry as a child after a long day of playing outside. Soon after he had finished his breakfast he held her hand, staring into her eyes as he told her he had gotten lonely. Despite the slightly uncomfortable <em>thought</em> of holding hands with another man than <em>her</em> Rolf, it felt strangely nice and it comforted her. It eased her mind, the way he rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb. "I... I wish I could do something against that." Aletta's voice stammered a bit, but she kept looking at him. Ryan was so sincere and seemed to be... human. Real.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mora</strong> on <strong>14-04-2013, 10:31:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ryan continued to smile at Aletta. "I understand... you have your German fiance... And I accept that. I just wanted you to know, you are probably the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on... And though you are already spoken for, I can't help but fantasize about the woman that saved my life...." He told her, though he saw the guilt in her eyes, it wasn't all he saw. There was something else there... Was it lust? Sorrow? He pulled her closer gently so he wouldn't need to talk above a whisper, lest somebody hear them. "I hope you can stay with me awhile... Aletta."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>14-04-2013, 11:12:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Aletta wanted to back away, but couldn't move herself to do so. The smile he had upon his face, the sweet little words he'd say... She wanted him, but hated herself for that. "You're most likely to not know what you're telling me," she said, her cheeks a little pink in the sunlight that passed through the wooden door. "I... I can't deny feeling the same, but I need to be a loyal, willing fiancée towards Rolf. I really love him, bu-bu-but my heart screams another name." Aletta stammered, her fingers now intertwined with his. The gentle touch of his hand was very comforting, though he was more holding back than Rolf ever had been. He didn't need any force to convince her of the sincerity of his feelings. "I would like to stay with you. Very much so." The sound of her voice got muffled as she rest her head upon his shoulder, allowing him to embrace her. She could just fall asleep in his arms without worrying he'd be apathetic or gone in the morning. "Just hold me..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mora</strong> on <strong>14-04-2013, 23:04:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ryan's eyes widened as Aletta told him she felt the same. "Is that right? Maybe you should listen to your heart... It usually knows more than your head does..." He joked, squeezing her hand a bit tighter. He blushed as she rested her head on his shoulder and nodded as she requested that he hold her. "Very well, then..." He whispered, holding her loosely, not too loose, though, he just didn't want to crush her. He ran a hand through her hair gently, lifting her chin up and kissing her on the lips gently, but this time it was more than a peck.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>14-04-2013, 23:19:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Usually it leads me to the wrong things... But then, how can this possibly feel so right?" She asked, looking into his deep blue eyes and kissing him back. The soft touch of his tongue on her lips made her open hers and soon they were joined in a rather intimate kiss, like a dance designed for the two of them. As he pulled his hands through her hair, she pulled his head closer and stroked his back through his clothing and soon noticed he did the same. He seemed to hold back, so she broke the kiss off and took his face into her hands, looking up at him with affectionate eyes. "It's alright, Ryan. Don't be scared." She said as he had pulled his hands back and held them now, caressing them with her thumbs and leaned in for a second, even more passionate kiss. Aletta went nice and slow on him, though, and left nearly all initiative to him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mora</strong> on <strong>14-04-2013, 23:31:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ryan couldn't believe what a good kisser Aletta was, and he loved the feeling of her wet tongue rubbing against his own. He really was holding back, though, but once she told him it was ok, he kissed her much more passionately, moaning against her lips slightly. He finally backed her into a wall, pulling away from the kiss, one of his hands groping her breast gently. "Aletta... I think it's just about time we get more acquainted... I won't force you, but... What do you say?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>14-04-2013, 23:42:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Aletta's eyes widened as she noticed he had placed his hand upon her breast, though she didn't do anything about it. It made her sick to say, but she enjoyed the feeling of his soft hands upon her chest and unbuttoned her white shirt, revealing what had been hidden all day. "I think you need to take better care of your leg," She said, having him sit down on one of the haystacks. Her hands stroked the skin of his upper legs through his trousers and she sat down on her knees in front of him, granting him a perfect view of her round shaped bossom. "Do you want me to go on," She said, her hand now on his groin, feeling a bulge coming up. "Or would you rather have me stop? You seem out of comfort, am I... going a little too far?" Aletta continued stroking the bulge in his pants, knowing his body wanted her. She just needed to be sure his mind did as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mora</strong> on <strong>26-04-2013, 02:01:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ryan's eyes widened as Aletta unbuttoned her shirt. How did he get so lucky to get involved with a girl this beautiful...? One of life's mysteries, he reckoned. He nodded as she moved him to the haystack, wincing just a tiny bit with the pressure put on his leg. He blushed as she got on her knees, giving him a better view of her body. "Oh baby, keep it up..." He whispered, his bulge ready to explode out of his pants once they felt the warmth of her hand. "On the contrary, my love, I'm not out of comfort at all... Well, besides the leg... But you're making me feel good..." He said, blushing even more. He cupped her bare breast in his hand, twisting it gently, enough to turn her on without hurting her. "Show me what you can do..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>26-04-2013, 07:58:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, sweetheart," Aletta said, barely audible, in a tone that was supposed to sound comforting as his face was as read as a dried tomato. "Thank you. I'll go easy on you, don't worry," She added, now opening up his belt in an extremely slow motion, her hands skilled in doing this. When she had finally opened it, she started unbuttoning his trousers and swiftly slid them down, leaving him sitting there and waiting for more in merely his boxers which she stripped down rather quickly, only to reveal his hardened member that awaited the gentle touch of her fingers and mouth. Sliding her shirt off her shoulders and revealing her breasts in all their beauty, her hand rested on the bare skin of his member, feeling how it pulsated and ached for more. Then, slowly, she grabbed hold of it and started sliding his skin up and down, making sure his cock was at its hardest when she started placing kisses on his abdomen, carefully sucking on his skin and making sure she didn't do it all too intense at first. "I will... take you in my mouth, now. If you feel like my head needs... guidance, just do what you think is right." She finally said, and slid her lips over his member, tasting his salty precum.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mora</strong> on <strong>26-04-2013, 09:48:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ryan watched closely as Aletta continued to undress him. He couldn't stand the waiting any more... He'd been dreaming about this for nights and was more than ready. He licked his lips as the woman finally brought out her breasts in full view. He couldn't believe this woman treated him with such hostility mere days before. He let out something between a moan and a groan as her hand closed around his hard cock, jacking him off skillfully. He grew even more embarrassed as she told him exactly what it was she was going to do, and nodded, letting out a sound of pleasure as her lips took in his member. "Forgive me if I get a little rough... It has been a long time..." He lied, not wanting to admit to being a virgin. He grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling tightly, before forcing her to swallow more of his hungry cock as he shoved her forward. "Oh fuck... Your mouth is amazing..." He whispered. "Take it all in, Aletta... You'll thank me for this time later."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>26-04-2013, 10:32:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Doing precisely as he asked of her, Aletta slid her mouth all the way down his shaft, taking in every inch there was of him. She choked a bit on the length, but soon got used to it and started playing her tongue around it, sucking on the tip and tightly grabbing him with her lips. Looking up at him, she could clearly see his blush and decided to let go for a while as he clearly needed some other intimate contact. Slipping her shirt off and standing in front of him, she slid her knee-long pencil skirt off of her body so that he could see all of her. "It's alright. You need more time," She said and noticed how he tried to keep a straight face as he told her that <em>it had been a long time</em>, unbuttoning his own shirt, so the both of them were fully naked. Aletta could see a clear difference between him and Rolf, as Rolf had always been more experienced. It felt a little new to her, though she felt Ryan needed more time to accommodate to her intense touches so she started kissing his neck and massaging his shoulders at the same time, trying to make the man relax a bit more. "Just try to relax, I'll take care of your... your cock a little later on." She stammered at that word, not used to really using it as she was more or less prudent when she spoke about sex. Sitting on his lap, she massaged his back as well, her mouth now sucking on his chest.<br><br>Ryan's skin was soft against hers and most pleasant to feel. Aletta carefully parted his legs again and sat down on her knees in front of him, watching as he leaned his back on another haystack and encouraged by his moans and pleas for more. And so, massaging his hips at the same time to make sure she'd get the most out of him she could possibly get, she went down on him again. Her tongue still careful when it came to touching the tip of his length. When she noticed his groans became louder, she pulled away, unsure if he was ready for actual intercourse. "Would you... Would you like to fuck me?" She asked bluntly, still on her knees and looking up at him with the most innocent eyes he'd have ever seen, wondering IF and how he would take her, bent over the worktable in the corner of the barn, pushed down onto a haystack with him on top of her... Aletta got carried away with thoughts and woke herself up, doing a reality check. Yes, this man was actually enjoying what she did. Yes, he was hers that morning.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mora</strong> on <strong>27-04-2013, 06:05:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ryan frowned as Aletta pulled away from him. Did he say something wrong? His grin returned though as she stripped down completely, and he followed suit by removing his shirt. He enjoyed her massaging of his body just as much as her cocksucking, which she continued soon enough, and he couldn't help but moan. Loud. He raised an eyebrow as she pulled away once more, asking if he wanted to fuck her. "Well... now that you mention it..." He whispered and slowly stood up, his cock fully erect now, and led her over to the workbench, forcing her to bend over it. "If I hurt you, tell me..." He whispered, his hands trailing along her hips, before he smacked her ass roughly, his hands trailing down to her pussy lips, and he rubbed them teasingly before shoving his fingers inside of her gently, his other hand pinching her clit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>27-04-2013, 09:56:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Aletta enjoyed every little touch he gave her and let out a somewhat louder moan of surprise as he smacked her down on the table, her legs opened wide to him and both of his hands firmly grabbing her round backside. The way he then pushed his fingers in and started pinching her clit would have been enough for any woman to scream out his name. Aletta let out lustful moans and said his name over and over again, encouraging him to go on. Her firm breasts were smashed down on the table and she could feel how her nipples hardened as he grabbed one of them. "Oh yes, Ryan... Take me, do it, please-" she begged, her high-pitch voice moaning in pleasure. "Go on, fuck me, I beg you." She added, trying to reach her hand back to find his cock and guide it into herself. But luckily she didn't need to repeat herself, as she soon felt how a wide, pulsating thing was placed against her entrance. This was going to be rough, but amazing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mora</strong> on <strong>28-04-2013, 07:07:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ryan grinned as Aletta spread herself for him. He leaned down next to her ear as he started pushing into her pussy. "I want you to love me... You know, back in London we have a saying: 'love hurts'..." Was all he said before he firmly grabbed her hips, thrusting roughly inside. "I'm gonna fill your cunt up with my cum!" He chided, closing his eyes as he focused on the task at hand. "And once I'm done, you're going to lick my cock clean and beg for more..." His hands reached for her breasts, lightly massaging her hardened nipples as he repeatedly slammed his cock deep into her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>28-04-2013, 12:21:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Lo-love doesn't have to hurt," Aletta said as she felt how he fucked her. There were no other terms to describe the animalistic thing they were doing, he grabbed her and took her like an animal, his hardened member slamming inside and out of her as he had clearly been looking forward to doing this. If she were to have *his* child instead of Rolf's, she would never forgive herself that, but there was nothing she could do against him pumping his seed inside of her as he had pushed her down, his torso leaning onto hers. "But- Oh, this is so-so good-" She brought out, senseless from what he was doing to her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mora</strong> on <strong>30-04-2013, 06:14:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ryan smirked as he saw how Aletta squirmed. He smacked her ass hard during his next thrust, then squeezed her hips. "Oh god, Aletta, I feel like I'm in heaven right now! I hope this moment never ends!!!" He cried out, though he felt his orgasm getting closer with each thrust. "Oh God, Aletta, it feels so good inside you... I can't take it!" He moaned as he spoke, his hands shooting up again to squeeze her breasts, rocking them back and forth, pinching her nipples tightly. "I'm... Oh God... I'm cumming!" He shouted, thrusting forward roughly, dumping his load into her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>30-04-2013, 10:37:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Aletta moaned softly, her insides stretched by his member as she lay down on the workbench, his hips thrusting inside of her and his voice encouraging her to move with him. "Oh sweetheart... Go on, go on!" She said as he said he was close to cumming and slapped her soft ass a few times, slamming himself against her and grabbing her tight. "Yes, oh yes, Ryan. Take me." She then added, feeling how she got closer as well, her back arching as her clitoris got stimulated by his shaft, coming and squeezing his cock as he came inside of her, his seed filling her up all the way and warming her insides. Sliding off the table, Aletta embraced Ryan tightly as she was unable to walk due to the heavy thrusting. "Thanks darling," Aletta said and kissed the man holding her. "That was very, very nice. I... I love you, thanks again."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mora</strong> on <strong>05-05-2013, 07:07:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ryan smirked as he pulled out of Aletta, then realized he might have been too rough with her as he watched her slide off the table. That was a mistake on his part, but her body felt so right... He wasn't able to hold back with her. He held her in his arms and kissed her gently as she kissed him and grinned. "Tell you what... Sleep in here with me... Just tonight... Your German won't notice..." He led her to the haystack and laid her down, lying next to her. "You're a great fuck, by the way... And I love you too..." He then brushed a hand through her hair. "Before we sleep, maybe you should use your cute mouth to clean your juices off of my cock..." He winked and kissed her again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>05-05-2013, 10:59:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Wriggling away from Ryan, Aletta wanted to create some space between the two of them. "I can't afford to do that, Ryan," She said, her inner turmoil getting the better of her. "I love Rolf to pieces, he's the man whom I'll marry and will soon be the father of my children. I can't vanish from his life... He has nothing left," Aletta added trying not to cry. Ryan was a lovely man, really, she just couldn't picture her life <em>not</em> devoted to Rolf and his happiness. "But then you came, falling out of the sky like some sort of angel. I can't let you go either, I just can't. You're too weak, and too young to die." Aletta concluded, cupping his cheek and getting up. "I'll take care of you as long as it's needed. You deserve someone much better than me, a beautiful British lady. Not some messed up kid like me."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mora</strong> on <strong>11-05-2013, 08:48:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ryan sighed and glared at her. "ROLF has nothing left? I was fighting this futile war that I was pretty sure to die in... Everyone at home thinks I'm dead... And the first woman I love is turning me down..." He quickly calmed himself down. "You'll take care of me as long as it's needed? That's fine. My leg's pretty much healed, so I think we're done... Oh wait, that's right... I'm the enemy. If I take one step out of this room, I'm likely to get shot down... Just, fine, just leave... Don't worry about coming back either... I'll leave tonight..." He sounded angry, but it was all a front. If she looked closely, she'd be able to see teardrops beginning to glisten in his eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>11-05-2013, 10:00:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"RYAN!" Aletta exclaimed, her voice getting an octave higher as she did so. "Where do you think I stand, well? Do you think there is such a thing as a <em>choice</em> left for me?!" She added to that and turned to him again, grabbing his arms and pushing him to look up at her. "I will not allow you to die in this war. You're too young and... And too kind to die. Your leg is broken and it needs time to heal, if you go out there, they'll kill you roght where you stand!" Aletta added, her voice shaking and her hands clasped around his. <br>"I... I have no choice. I have to marry him. He wants me... To have his son, and I am quoting here. How much of a chance do I have, facing a man who's over six feet tall, muscular and is aside from that a high-ranked German officer?" She asked, shaking as she held him closer. "All my life I have been waiting for someone like you, who would love me for the way I am and not... Not because I am a good fuck. I started "working" for him when I was fifteen, because he was the most decent man of them all. If I hadn't done that, I would be dead by now! Have you got any idea how disgusted I am by myself?!" She asked and burst out in tears when she saw one trickling down his cheek. "I want you, I really do and I love you, trust me," Aletta said, guiding the young man's hand to where her heart was in order to make him feel the heavy beat. "It's just too much of a hassle to sleep here with you. I will be a devoted girlfriend, I'll bring you your meals and comfort you through it all. When the war is over things should be easier. You should sit down now, you're... Hurting yourself." Aletta concluded and gave him a peck on his cheek.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mora</strong> on <strong>11-05-2013, 10:15:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He listened to her preaching, realizing how selfish he was being. "I'm sorry..." He whispered. He indeed felt the beating of her heart she was showing him. Once she was silent, he pulled her closer and gave her a long kiss. "I... How long though? How long must people keep dying?" He wanted to be with her EVERY moment... He wanted to slit the Kraut's throat so she'd be his... But he really WAS too kind for all that. "I love you too Aletta..." He whispered and slowly sat down, wincing at the slight movements of his leg. "I just... I don't want to be alone... I understand what you're going through... I just wish life didn't have to always turn out so hard, you know?" He whispered. <br><br>"I want you... After this doomed war is over... I want you to come back to London with me.... I think you'd like it there..." He winked at her, then his stomach growled. "...Go. I'll be fine. I promise I won't leave..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>11-05-2013, 18:00:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kissing him back with all the passion she had left inside of him, Aletta hugged him and pulled him closer to herself, shaking quite a bit. "There's no need to apologise... I've been stupid. So absolutely stupid," She said, knowing her soon-to-be husband would demand sex from her as well. It bound them together, along with the feeling of having no home left, no family, nothing. Rolf loved her, he really did, but he was set on having a family of his own, making her his instead of letting out much details about the war and what he was experiencing, leading him to have quite a hard time. If he hadn't been this hard on himself, she'd never have even worried about his capability of keeping himself in check, and she never would've doubted his love for her. "Just... Don't lie to me. Your stomach is making the sound of an elephant spotting a bag of salted peanuts! I'll... I'll make you a proper breakfast, with bacon, eggs and a sausage or two. You can use it for sure." She said with a smile, wiping away her tears as she pinched his completely fat-less cheek. "You need it, the nourishment. I'll bring you a blanket and a cup of soup tonight to keep you warm, but won't be able to stay for long."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mora</strong> on <strong>11-05-2013, 22:05:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ryan smiled back at her, though he could see the sadness hidden away in her. What was he supposed to do to help her? To make her happy? Well, at the moment, his leg prevented him from doing much of anything, and he knew it. He was brought back to reality as she promised him a breakfast and pinched his cheek. He blushed as she pulled her hand away. "Well, I can't thank you enough... Maybe you should bring a sponge with you, to bathe me... I don't recollect getting washed since I got here..." He replied, an embarrassed expression on his face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>11-05-2013, 22:20:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Aletta held the young man close to her for a little while, inhaling his scent deeply and not really wanting to let go of him anytime soon, but knowing she had to do so anyway. "Be safe, sweetheart," She whispered into his ear, covering him with hay again so that IF someone would walk in, he'd be covered for the most part and warm. "I'll bring a sponge and warm water. Would you want me to shave you as well?" She asked him, wanting to make sure he got everything he needed to regain his powers. "I wouldn't mind doing so. I'm used to it anyway, and can shave smoother than a shepherd." Aletta giggled, but found she had to leave and thus did so, abandoning the barn with a hunk of wood in her hands, thinking about her lovely paratrooper but having to set her mindset to Rolf, the man who could give her a safe home and the family she desired. Aletta was torn between two worlds, but was able to cope with everything.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrCrowley</strong> on <strong>19-05-2013, 18:19:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Having finished his letter, Rolf put the pen and the paper aside and went downstairs for another cup of coffee. He noted that Aletta was still outsidem and the fire wasn't lit yet. It seemed odd to him; such a trivial task wouldn't take more than 10 minutes of her time. He started to get worried with her. The man rubbed his hands together because of the cold and went to the front porch; she was on her way back, with a hunk of wood in her hands. <em>"Want some help with it, sweetheart? I was worried, you certainly took your time!"</em> That last sentence was spoken jocularly, no hint of suspicion in it. Rolf truly loved her, and now more than ever, he wanted her to be his until the end of their lives. Greeting her with a smile, he reached for the wooden logs to relieve her of the burden.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>19-05-2013, 23:07:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Simply letting herself go when Rolf started talking to her, Aletta burst out into tears. She was guilty of the worst crime there was, cheating on the man who loved her and who would be the father of her children, in time. "I was just over-overthinking s-s-some things," She sobbed, shaking heavily and kissing him, realising that what she had done with Ryan had been a terrible, terrible mistake and that she wanted to feel him close to her at all times. He was there for her when she needed him and vice versa it was exactly the same. Somehow she felt that - if there was a God up there, which she had begun to doubt - she was created for this man and for this man only. "The w-war, how m-m-much longer w-wil it last? Because- I feel some-something changing. It m-might b-be my body, or just a cold. Don't w-worry. I'm just happy to s-s-see you again," She wiped away her tears, embracing him tighter than she had ever done before and kissing him more intensely, wanting to kiss her troubles away, something she couldn't *really* do but felt was the best thing for her at this moment. "D-during the days I've noticed I m-m-miss you more than ever. And th-then I find myself ranting at m-myself for no reason because I seem to fail at finding good wood for our fireplace. What are those m-moodswings about? Is th-there something in the w-water?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrCrowley</strong> on <strong>20-05-2013, 02:02:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close and looking at her with lips parted, surprised; he didn't seem to understand the reason of her crying until she inquired him about his moodswings - a subject he didn't talked about with anyone. Rolf sighed and tried to think of a line of conversation that allowed him to evade the matter of his instability; hushing, he started to talk to her <em>"Dear, you don't have to worry... All this horror will end soon enough, and we'll be able to live peacefully..."</em> He raised a hand to rake her hair with his fingers, then planted a caste kiss on her forehead. <em>"Don't worry, all is well now. Let's come inside and have a glass of water, ok?"</em> <br><br>The man led the young woman inside the house again, gently placing her on an armchair; he went to the kitchen and filled a glass with water, then took it to her, placing the object on her shaky hands.<em> "How are you feeling? Do you want me to do something for you? Maybe we should go lunch in a restaurant today".</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>20-05-2013, 02:23:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Aletta took the water from him and took a big sip from it, calming herself down as he had his hand on her shoulder. Oh, how she wanted Ryan to be gone and to be with her, how she wanted to be with Rolf and how she didn't. Torn between worlds and craving for food, that was what she was. She wanted something, some clarity in her life that would make it all a bit easier. A ring on her finger or a swollen belly to remind her of her place next to Rolf. "It's not your swings I'm worrying about. It are my own. The one moment I'm happy as can be and the other I feel so down. I want to be with you, in your arms forever and I miss you very much during the day. About lunch... I would kill for a jar of <em>rolmops</em> but it sounds better to go out with you. I'll put on my nice dress for that," Aletta said, reminding herself that she would have to fight to keep up this appearance, singing for a bit and doing her hair. Looking at Rolf was enough to make the young woman happy again, but then she remembered what she had done. The filth of her betrayal, how she had cried out Ryan's name and felt disgusted again, which led to her rushing to the toilet and throwing up as she felt thát disgusted, and couldn't control it any longer. "I should have known that meat was rotten." She mumbled, cleaning her mouth and eating a mint to get rid of the smell. "There is no reason for concern. Sorry, darling. Where will we be going to?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrCrowley</strong> on <strong>21-05-2013, 02:11:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rolf was immediately relieved when she told him this moodswings weren't the problem. Leaning on the chair's arm and putting his arm over her shoulders, he nuzzled at her cheek and whispered to her ear: <em>"Don't worry, beautiful. All is going to be okay."</em> He enjoyed those moments with her; being close to Aletta was the joy of his life. <em>"We can go wherever you want. My treat."</em> <br><br>He hugged her tightly, letting her rest her head on his shoulder. Rolf decided to let the matter of moving from there to another day; it wouldn't be wise to bring it up right now. The last thing he wanted was to screw their relationship over it. He helped her rise from the chair and said <em>"I'll take a shower and then we'll go. Do you want to come with me?"</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>21-05-2013, 23:09:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nodding and jumping up into Rolf's arms seconds after Aletta had brushed her teeth, she smiled widely and hugged the man tightly. "A shower sounds absolutely lovely. It might just be the thing to take the tension off my shoulders. I'm very sorry, I need to take care of you instead of myself. You need it much more than I do, having your military duty and so on. And trust me, I want nothing more than to see you happy." Aletta said, and that was true. It might just not be all of it, but what she said was certainly the truth. "I'll have to put that ugly shower cap on if we want to be there in time. Can you look through it?" She winked, taking his face in her hands. "Rolf... I know life is being very hard on you, but you need to know, too, that I'll always be yours and our future together looks pretty bright. When you come home, I'll be waiting here for you with supper."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrCrowley</strong> on <strong>22-05-2013, 03:57:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rolf held her arms and softly kissed her forehead before replying: <em>"Don't worry about all of that now, dear. Today, our concern should be your well-being."</em> He turned his back to her and went to the towel rack, starting to undress until he was naked as in the day he was born. He left his clothes on the rack and stepped into the box, the cold tiles biting his soles, the cold air greeting his pale skin. As he turned the water tap, a stream of cold water descended down on his body; he shivered at the first contact, but stoo there - the army never leaves a man. Slowly, the water started to get warmer and warmer, to the point it was pleasant enough. Rolf called his muse: <em>"I'm waiting for you, baby."</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>23-05-2013, 23:22:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Aletta walked into the shower, having slid her dress down and getting her undergarments off as well, chuckling as she jumped underneath the hot water and kissing Rolf once again. "My well-being? I am feeling fine now, I just worry far too much about this war. We'll make it through and have a happy family life, and no, we will not raise our children like our parents have raised us," She cupped his face, her other hand sliding over his body and gently squeezing his thighs. He was the one she loved most of all, and someone she could barely live without. His scent, his voice, the way his mouth move as he spoke. Even the subtle gestures he made and the way he'd look at his paperwork with a serious face, work through it and fall onto the bed with her when he'd be done. It made him Rolf, and she loved him for each and every little character trait he had. "You barely realise how handsome you are and how absolutely desirable you look now, Rolf, really." She said, standing close to him and looking up at him, pressing kisses on his shoulder.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrCrowley</strong> on <strong>26-05-2013, 05:54:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rolf wrapped his arms around the bare skin of her waist, gently pulling her closer to him in a warm and affectionate embrace while planting a kiss on her forehead. Meanwhile, the water would stream from the shower and soak their bodies. The contact with her naked figure made Rolf's member stiffen a little, rubbing itself against her thighs. He nuzzled against her cheek and then whispered to her ear <em>"I... I'm embarrassed. Sorry, love. I didn't mean... I know you're not in the mood."</em> <br><br>That said, he stepped back slowly and grabbed a bath sponge and soused it with soap; Rolf gently turned her around to wash her back - which he carefully and thoroughly cleaned. He descended, and stopped at her glutes; the man took his time, slowly rubbing the sponge against her perky buttcheeks. Just unable to resist, he gently bit her there, looking to her with a smile afterwards. <em>"I'm sorry, baby. You're just too beautiful to resist..."</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>26-05-2013, 10:19:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It wasn't easy for Aletta to resist the man behind her, with his member prodding against her skin as he washed her, bit her backside and rubbed her skin with nice-smelling shower cream. Her nipples hardened a bit and she shivered in pleasure, moving her hair to one side and leaning back to kiss the man, grabbing his much bigger hand and guiding it over her body. "I'm always in the mood for you. Always. Tell me what you want from me and I'll make it so," Aletta turned around and stood in front of him, her young body screaming that it needed him. She wanted to have him there and then, because after all, she loved him to death and Rolf wasn't particularly an ugly person, far from it! Now standing a little closer to him again, she folded her arms around his neck. "I love you. How could I possibly not want you here with me? My body belongs to you, I'm longing for you..." She said in her soft voice, smiling widely at the man in front of her and kissing his neck softly, getting a bit more into it as she went on. His skin was rough and some of it was drawn by scars, but they made him who he was and in her opinion there was nothing bad about it. His cleanly shaved face that still felt a bit rough to the touch, the hungry look in his icy blue eyes... God, it was more a question of what <em>didn't</em> attract her to him. <br><br><em>"You can fuck me if you want to, or would you like me to suck you here? I can do anything you like."</em> She whispered into his ear, her hand moving over his stiffened cock.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrCrowley</strong> on <strong>27-05-2013, 03:14:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Surprised by her arousal even though she was crying not so long ago, Rolf positively answered her craving by suddenly sinking two fingers of his right hand inside of her already drooling pussy, massaging her clenching insides with practiced ease. Murmuring to her ear while fondling her left breast with his free hand, he said <em>"Tsc tsc tsc... I've already told you, didn't I? Today we're sating <strong>your</strong> needs first..."</em> Rolf gently pushed her body against the cold tiles of the wall and kept playing her luscious body like a fiddle, extracting the moans he loved to hear, nibbling at her ear lobes and planting hot kisses on her throat. <em>"I always want you, love... You don't need to ask something like that again... I'm under your spell."</em><br><br>Rolf kept fingering her for long minutes, until his hand was soaked with her juices. Then, he took it from inside her and kissed her fiercely, biting her upper lip softly before breaking the kiss. <em>"Mmm... Now maybe I want these delicious lips down there..."</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>27-05-2013, 18:06:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Aletta smiled and bit her lip when Rolf sunk his fingers into her pussy, nearly falling over because of the intensity of his touches, squirming underneath his hands and trying to wriggle herself loose from his tight grip. "Oh my!" She exclaimed, sinking down a bit as her knees weakened. "Hold me, don't drop me- God, Rolf!" She went on, her nipples hardening as he kept fingering her for what seemed to be an eternity, gasping as he offered to lick her, parting her legs as she kneeled down in front of him, her arms stretched out in front of her. "That wou-would be lovely," She stammered and chuckled, kissing him passionately as he went down on her, biting her lip. "Hmm, oh God, you're amazing."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrCrowley</strong> on <strong>28-05-2013, 17:17:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rolf lowered himself down to the height of her private parts, and then planted many kisses on her clit before licking it and sinking his tongue inside her, making circular and vertical movements with it against her pussy. Her moans would turn him on, and he held her hips with both hands to avoid her fall. While giving her pleasure, his cock reached its full size, completely aroused with the situation; he stopped pleasuring her and stood up, cupping her face with both hand and giving her a savage french-kiss. <em>"I love you... Please, make me feel good as I did to you..."</em> After saying that, he kept kissing her slowly on the lips and adjacencies, staring at her with puppy dog eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>28-05-2013, 21:38:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sinking down to her knees, Aletta moved closer to Rolf, the water washing her hair down as she looked up at the man. His cock was hard and needed her treatment, something she was more than willing to give him. Sliding her mouth over the tip of it, Aletta moved closer and closer to the man and eventually took his virile member into her hands, stroking it and moving her thumb over the tip, her head on exactly the right height to suck him, something she'd be doing in a few minutes. When she noticed how bits of precum streamed out of him, Aletta decided it was time for her to taste him and gently placed her mouth over the tip, her tongue wriggling around his girth and lapping up his juices. "I love you too, my Rolf, I'll do anything for you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrCrowley</strong> on <strong>31-05-2013, 19:52:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rolf moaned at the touch of her tongue pleasuring his member; he cupped Aletta's face with both hands and and guided her mouth to take more of his cock inside. He started to fuck her mouth gently, rubbing the tip of his cock against the inside of her cheeks, purring all the while, the steeamy liquid from the shower bathing their bodies. <em>"Mmm... I love you, dearest... Maybe it's time for us to to this properly..."</em> That said, Rolf hesitantly pushed her away fro his virile member and helped her to stand. <em>"I would love to jog fuck you now..."</em> He placed his hands on her thighs and took her in his arms, pressing his chest againt her body and planting a passionate kiss on her lips, leaving her out of breath.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>31-05-2013, 23:40:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Aletta opened her legs a bit, trying to jump up into his arms but failing and looking more like a child stamping her feet. Her breasts heaved up and down, but she was sure she wasn't going to be able to reach this man's member like this. She had tasted him, tasted the arousal and tasted how badly he wanted and needed this, and guided his finger to her entrance. <em>"Then take me, Rolf,"</em> She whispered, her nipples hardened against his chest. "Fuck me. Do it to me and take me like there's no tomorrow. I'm all yours, my sweetheart, all yours."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrCrowley</strong> on <strong>13-06-2013, 05:23:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rolf held one of her thighs, spreading her legs wide. With the help of her fingers, his cock soon felt itself rubbing against her nether lips, teasing her body, giving it a taste of things to come; slowly, he pushed his throbbing member inside of her pussy, already filled with juice and warmth. One of his hands still held her thigh and the other one was placed at her left buttcheek; his eyes admired her own and his lips brushed against Aletta's, while moving his hips back and forward, pleasuring her cunt. <br><br>Purring, he kept moving himself that way; purring, he gently sank his teeth on her shoulder, nibbling it. Then, he whispered to her:<em> "I'll fuck you like there's no tomorrow, that I'll do..."</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>13-06-2013, 16:06:57</strong>
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				Adjusting the shower head a bit to wash down at the wall as well, Aletta tried to back up and made him press her against the wall so that it would be easier to have sex. His hands were all over her body and she enjoyed that feeling greatly, to feel how he cupped her skin, groped it and squeezed her butt. She squeezed her legs together, trying to fold her legs behind him so that she nearly forced him back in when he pulled out. The water washed down over her body, rolling down over her firm breasts towards her stomach, streaming down where their bodies met. With him nibbling on her shoulder, she moved her lips over his ear and gently bit his earshell. "Don't drop me, please... You feel too good to let go of."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrCrowley</strong> on <strong>18-06-2013, 03:35:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Wrapping his arms around her lean body and holding her tightly, he replied in a whisper: <em>"Never."</em> With a smile on his face, once again he pressed himself on her, moving his hips back and forth repeatedly while moaning and enjoying the sound of her moans as well. As the steaming water streamed down their sweating bodies, he would accelerate the rythm even further, jog fucking his lover. He let go of her shoulder and started to plant hot kisses all over her throat, eventually reaching her lips and french-kissing her for long minutes, muffling their moans. Feeling his orgasm closer, he slowed down the pace and enjoyed her caresses. <em>"Love, I'm almost there..."</em>, he said between gasps and purrs.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>18-06-2013, 21:34:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aletta softly slid her tongue in Rolf's mouth, parting his lips gently as he kissed her minutes long, the couple joined in every possible way. Her grip tightened on him, pulling the man closer to herself as he fucked her. It seemed as though some animalistic drive in him burst out at that moment, making him do this all to the younger woman in his arms. She moaned softly when he started fucking her at a faster rate, building up the pressure on her backside as he did so. "If you're ready, just cum," She panted heavily, squeezing his shoulder hard. "I am ready... Nearly there."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrCrowley</strong> on <strong>22-06-2013, 04:14:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aletta's melting touch and soft voice were all that Rolf needed in that moment; moaning and using every last bit of his strength, he thrusted inside of her till he couldn't take anymore. With a loud roar, he released all of his seed inside her womb, his hands tightly grabbind her buttcheeks by instinct; their juices mixing and pumping out of each other and the cacophony of sounds and movements made the man cum again not long after the first orgasm. Pressing his head against her cleavage and planting hot kisses on her chest, he murmured vows of love to her: <em>"I love you, Aletta. Please, don't ever leave me... I just wouldn't know what to do without you..."</em> Closing his eyes and rubbing his skin against hers, hands exploring every inch of her wet and warm body, Rolf felt truly happy.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 1943 - Mora, McCrowley and xRebecca</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>22-06-2013, 20:46:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rolf felt big inside of her, and the angle he made with his virile member was just the right one. He knew her body better than anyone else did, and the way he moved was perfectly in sync with her own movements. His gentle touch, the way he moved his fingers around her buttcheeks and squeezed her skin, stretching her out just as a man was supposed to do. Her insides clasped his cock as she reached her orgasm, and she soon noticed Rolf reached his by the way he pressed his head at her breasts, nuzzling his nose in between her breasts. "I love you too, Rolf, and I never will. You're the love of my life, I want to grow old with you. And if we ever reach the age of 110... I'll grab your skin together, tie a band around you and make love to you all day long." She said with a smile, her hands hovering over his back as she softly kissed his neck.
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