Your turn to judge

It was seven thirty hours and already the Parisian street came alive. Isabelle Dubreuil, another lonely night slowly ended. Eight months into an empty bed. How could impose this punishment with a married woman of 35, still in full possession of his faculties? What idea had been that damned government by declaring war on Germany … If only the French border or the rigor Belgium, had been threatened, she could understand. But the ! We had snatched her husband for the defense of Poland! The last conflict was not older than twenty-five years the Great War that had bled the France of his youth. Yet she could understand that his country should take all costs Metz and Strasbourg, but Warsaw and Gdansk … Well, no one had asked for his opinion, and her husband, Henry, was called up last September.

Isabelle angrily struck the pillow at the thought of her husband. At their wedding, fifteen years ago, she thought she had found the rare bird. ranking official in the Ministry of War, it was especially sweet and attentive to her, and she showed her arm with pride in their rare outings to the opera. But Henry had left the head mounted by a military met him a little. This illuminated constantly asking the formation of armored units, without which he promised an inevitable disaster, the end of the nation, and other cataclysms yet. Bah … Whether De Gaulle shows what he can do now, on the forehead!

Meanwhile, the national fanaticism had won Henry, and that’s all happy that he went to claquemurer in the forts of the Maginot Line, pending these devils of Germans who trembled to show. Because it was a certainty! Despite what the doomsayers, the French army would soon return to their dear studies Chleus! But for the time they did not come. Isabelle alternately going from anger to sadness at the thought that there were now more than three months that his man had no permission, so she had not felt the joys of love and sex.

Sometimes, closing her eyes, Ms. Dubreuil managed to persuade her husband was right at his side. She imagined her rough hands cover his electrified body, lingering here and there, to address the laces of her nightgown. Of course it was only a dream, and fingers that were running down her curves were none other than his own. However, by dint of indulging in these masturbatory gestures, she had acquired a certain dexterity that allowed him to reach orgasm regularly.

Precisely, Isabelle felt that the thought of her husband awakened in her desires would have thought that even in sleep. Through the fabric, she ran her palms over her heavy breasts and plump, particularly emphasizing the nipples already prepared. Hum! That body part had always been very sensitive to it, and even more since she’s sought repeatedly. His hand went towards his groin, passed under the cloth and pulled at high speed towards his chest. What a pleasure ! Making a clamp with thumb and forefinger, she turned around proudly erect nipples, then she stroked to finish twisting them slightly. Ah, if her husband saw her! But he too should not hesitate to relieve wrist in his bunker of the first Vosges and recently on the foothills of the Ardennes.

Isabelle had always imagined widowhood as a sea of responsibilities and loneliness. She now knew that she was not mistaken. As she walked toward her home, her meager food basket in hand, she kept going over the argument she had with Peter that morning. He had clearly made him understand that he would not abandon Sarah soon.

Brat! Since the death of his father, Isabelle had the greatest difficulty to establish on it a semblance of authority. It must be said that they were in conflict on just about everything. She wanted above all, like most people, that this stupid war ends. What matters after all German domination, Marshal succeed well to maneuver the occupant. Isabelle longed to find on the shelves all missing commodities since the invasion and defeat.

Peter, on the contrary, seemed to take to Joan of Arc, except that doomed his hatred for the Germans, not the British. He had discovered the diary of his father and the correspondence of the latter with his friend De Gaulle. The teenager was immediately joined the fight of Free France. Isabelle even suspected of belonging to these groups still embryonic who claimed resistant. She prayed that he does not commit the stupidity and the Nazis leave in peace.

Lost in thought, the young woman was directed by mistake to the docks. She thought again and again to her husband and his thin mustache, when she tripped on a rope and rolled into the Seine, screaming. She could not swim, so her desperate movements the more exhausted than anything else. Isabelle already recommended his soul to God when a man jumped into the water. At half unconscious, she barely felt a strong hand grab it and bring it back to the mainland.

It was only after a violent coughing fit that Ms. Dubreuil found the fullness of the means. Eyes still downcast, she thanked his benefactor without knowing who he was.

– “I owe you my life, sir. Let me invite you to share my meal noon tomorrow, if you can, of course, “she let fall in a voice still breathless from his misadventure.
– “I accept with joy, madam!“

Isabelle felt her heart stop beating. still passes the rough tone and visibly unfriendly, but the focus … She had to invite a Teuton at his table! But the hardest blow came when she looked up on leather boots and a gray uniform, surrounded by fearful gaze of passersby. The man was not a German. He was an officer. An officer of the Waffen SS !!!

For once, it was better that Peter eats with Sarah. Isabelle was sure he would not have endured the sight of the officer seated in the family home. She was able to resume his invitation, at the risk of suspect in the eyes of the occupant. Moreover, it does not really regretted his gesture of thanks. The man was cultivated, pleasant to watch and listen, and much nicer outside its service. He even complimented for the quality of its cuisine.

– “It was excellent, Ms. Dubreuil. While I recognize the superiority of France in one area, it is that of the kitchen. “

– “Please, it’s too flattering. After all, I owe you life, Herr … “

– “Blutsauger! Werner von Blutsauger! “

Isabelle took the time to detail. The German had to measure more than 180 centimeters. His musculature was harmonious, and no one could guess the slightest trace of fat on his body thirties. But what fascinated as the French, it was the face of his host, who seemed carved out of the rock, especially the two hard blue eyes like earthenware.

– “I’ll leave you, Ms. Dubreuil. I would not bother your husband. “

– ” I’m a widow. And you do not disturb me … Please, stay still for a moment! “

The young woman thought her mad. She prayed to remain an enemy! Her husband had to turn in his grave. But she could do no more! For over two years, his life was desperately short of men. And then, it was recognized, the German did not leave her indifferent. In addition, they remain probably long in Paris, and despite what his son, peace was concluded. Déculpabilisée as much as possible, she tried to smile at the officer.

– “Ms. Dubreuil, I do not know if …”

– “Isabelle! Call me Isabelle! Please, stay! ‘S.

The Führer was decidedly right, ‘said Werner was with a big inner smile: the French were all excited ass. He could not understand that a woman whose husband had presumably fallen in war and could jump into his arms. Still, he was not going to be choosy. He too was a bit lacking, he had not seen his fiancee remained in Prussia for more than three years. But Reich was worth!

This lack in French was still a good shot. He did not give him forty, and her long brown hair and her bourgeois allure the excited much … more elsewhere he would have thought possible. On the other hand, his domineering side flattered to have drawn the waters of the Seine, it felt so much more man in the castle of his bride, somewhere in East Prussia.

When the hand of the German landed on her buttocks, Isabelle thought faint with happiness. What joy to finally feel a masculine touch! She was so excited she almost toppled in a madness. She tore her skirt, wanting to snatch the gray uniform of the German stunned, grabbed her sex half bandaged it astiqua frantically for a few seconds. As she judged sufficient stiffness, she went to put on all fours on the bed and, having cracked his pants, she gave Werner a “Come! “That brooked no ambiguity.

The German rushed into it without any sweetness, but without any difficulty. Hardly the inflated member he had penetrated it was shaken by a violent orgasm. The other had never seen that! However, do not put too many questions and too craving, began to slide with unfeigned force. Isabelle enjoyed without stopping and without restraint. Werner was not yet shows no very great concern, merely boost the regularly. But his partner had missed too long rod deep in her belly. She was on her fifth or sixth orgasm when it exploded in long jets.

Half an hour later, Pierre returned home after a meeting of his cell in the Resistance, and he found his surprisingly playful mother. Across the street, a German officer rearranged by thanking the Reich to have invaded France.