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>>16575080

>after what seemed like an eternity of this torturous pleasure, he felt the friction stop and instead a pair of teeth and a tongue assaulting his senses
>the sensation became too much to bear and Peter felt himself slip into a mindless bliss

>Anne sighed as she wiped the thick and sticky remains of Peter’s arousal off her belly with a handkerchief
>she had considered having Peter get his protein by making him to lick it off but she had reconsidered, Peter always left more of a mess than he cleaned
>she looked at him he finally forced himself to get up and strolled toward the window
>the sun shone, birds sang
>and here he was, basking in the sunlight, like a cat, she couldn’t help but giggle
>Peter overheard her, ”what’s so funny?”
>”You’re just like Mouschi, basking in the glorious sunlight like you’re the Fuhrer himself.”
>Hey! Don’t insult Mouschi by comparing him to that man! Mouschi’s got much nicer hair. And he’d be an even better leader I bet.”
>”How so?”
>”Well, he wouldn’t start a fight with rest of the world for starters.”
>”Just with the Dummkopf.”
>”Exactly, and besides. If I’m Mouschi, what does make you? A dirty little alley cat?”
>”I am NOT dirty!”
>”Your mind sure is. God knows filthy that book of yours is.”
>”Peter!”
>Anne always found it annoying when Peter poked fun at her Kitty. She knew he meant nothing by it, but found it aggravating all the same
>suddenly, Anne felt a punch in her gut followed by a tightening in her underside, she nearly lost her balance, only her hand forcing itself against the wall stop her from all over
>Peter’s voice turned from jovial to worry in an instant, “Are you okay Anne?”
>Anne grabbed her belly with her other hand, trying to soothe the restless life inside
>”I’m fine. It’s just more twinges. Your son really wants to me his papa.”
>”I think you mean daughter!”
>Anne sighed and gave a sad smile, Peter was only trying to cheer her up but she wasn’t in the mood for it
>”Peter… We’ve gone over this already. Motherly intuition is never wrong.”
>Anne secretly wondered if Peter had any idea how much she was lying under her teeth. She had no motherly intuition. Edith was such a poor excuse for one. Margot wasn’t of much help in this regard either. Anne had no idea how to be a mother and at 16, she seriously doubted she ever would
>she just hoped that Peter would be better at being a father to make up for it
>this sobering realization was ruining her mood, she had to move on with the rest of the day.
>”Enough, now help me pack.”
>they didn’t have much for their picnic basket, mostly some potatoes and bread, they had been forced to throw out most of the fish and cheese as it had already spoiled
>as much as she wished to complain, she couldn’t

>>16110415

Don't mention it :)

>>16110382

>Anne sighed as she wiped the thick and sticky remains of Peter’s arousal off her belly with a handkerchief
>she had considered having Peter get his protein by making him to lick it off but she had reconsidered, Peter always left more of a mess than he cleaned
>she looked at him he finally forced himself to get up and strolled toward the window
>the sun shone, birds sang
>and here he was, basking in the sunlight, like a cat, she couldn’t help but giggle
>Peter overheard her, ”what’s so funny?”
>”You’re just like Mouschi, basking in the glorious sunlight like you’re the Fuhrer himself.”
>Hey! Don’t insult Mouschi by comparing him to that man! Mouschi’s got much nicer hair. And he’d be an even better leader I bet.”
>”How so?”
>”Well, he wouldn’t start a fight with rest of the world for starters.”
>”Just with the Dummkopf.”
>”Exactly, and besides. If I’m Mouschi, what does make you? A dirty little alley cat?”
>”I am NOT dirty!”
>”Your mind sure is. God knows filthy that book of yours is.”
>”Peter!”
>Anne always found it annoying when Peter poked fun at her Kitty. She knew he meant nothing by it, but found it aggravating all the same
>suddenly, Anne felt a punch in her gut followed by a tightening in her underside, she nearly lost her balance, only her hand forcing itself against the wall stop her from all over
>Peter’s voice turned from jovial to worried in an instant, “Are you okay Anne?”
>Anne grabbed her belly with her other hand, trying to soothe the restless life inside
>”I’m fine. It’s just more twinges. Your son really wants to me his papa.”
>”I think you mean daughter!”
>Anne sighed and gave a sad smile, Peter was only trying to cheer her up but she wasn’t in the mood for it
>”Peter… We’ve gone over this already. Motherly intuition is never wrong.”
>Anne secretly wondered if Peter had any idea how much she was lying under her teeth. She had no motherly intuition. Edith was such a poor excuse for one. Margot wasn’t of much help in this regard either. Anne had no idea how to be a mother and at 16, she seriously doubted she ever would
>she just hoped that Peter would be better at being a father to make up for it
>this sobering realization was ruining her mood, she had to move on with the rest of the day.
>”Enough, now help me pack.”
>they didn’t have much for their picnic basket, mostly some potatoes and bread, they had been forced to throw out most of the fish and cheese as it had already spoiled
>as much as she wished to complain, she couldn’t
>the man who sheltered them was already emptying his pockets just trying to keep them and the other Jews fed, she still couldn’t figure out how he was paying for all it
>everyone suffered under the Nazis, but some suffered more than others
>she couldn’t help but pity him, he’d be little more than a pauper by the time this was all over

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