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Charlie said about going into the small French town. You'd been told about the street of brothels. There were other soldiers walking up and down the street. Girls milled about in flimsy dresses or tight skirts. Charlie and you had never had *** before but neither told the other. Charlie went into one such place and you followed. There was a bar and tables and some chairs. Girls were with soliders getting them to buy them drinks then take them upstairs. Charlie bought the drinks. Dark beer stuff. Two young girls came over and spoke in a broken English about buying drinks. They moved themselves against you both. You sipped the beer. Charlie drank a couple of mouthfuls and went off with the thin faced French girl. You stood there with your glass of beer looking at the girl left behind. Your father who had been out in France in the first war said to avoid those places or you'd get the pox. She said about going upstairs. You said you couldn't not today. She rubbed herself against you. You gulped at your beer not knowing about *** or what to do.
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Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 3:09 AM UTC
Night Out in a French Town 1940
Charlie said about going into the small French town. You'd been told about the street of brothels. There were other soldiers walking up and down the street. Girls milled about in flimsy dresses or tight skirts. Charlie and you had never had *** before but neither told the other. Charlie went into one such place and you followed. There was a bar and tables and some chairs. Girls were with soliders getting them to buy them drinks then take them upstairs. Charlie bought the drinks. Dark beer stuff. Two young girls came over and spoke in a broken English about buying drinks. They moved themselves against you both. You sipped the beer. Charlie drank a couple of mouthfuls and went off with the thin faced French girl. You stood there with your glass of beer looking at the girl left behind. Your father who had been out in France in the first war said to avoid those places or you'd get the pox. She said about going upstairs. You said you couldn't not today. She rubbed herself against you. You gulped at your beer not knowing about *** or what to do.
#ww2#france#1940#soldiers#brothels
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Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 3:09 AM UTC
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