"So you think I'm yours then Sandra?" I ask as I look down at her, smiling, sitting so innocently in her blue dress, smelling faintly of soap, summer ...and laughter.She nods. "You are, Treasure."I don't really know how to respond to that name, it makes me feel weird. "And you Sandra, are you ready for me?"She nods, serious. "I think so."I can't get a grip on her, just as I think I understand her she throws me another one. "Sandra, I'll be an old man while you still are young."She smiles at that,. As a response, Russia, who underwent their own little revolution a decade ago, joined up with a bloc of Eastern European states which were alienated by the EU, forming the Eastern Social Federation. A few uncertain years later, the European Union and United States were sent a declaration of war with the reason being ‘the protection of the White European population of the world’ which the Federation saw as under threat. The UN could do nothing to stop it. With the aide of the People's Republic. This man was real; this was no act. The large framed man sat with her was real. He seemed serious; it all seemed serious. He was going to fuck her like a whore. “I know.” He told her as he rested a large dark brown hand on her knee. “I am here to make it all real for you.” “Please no.” She said with faltering voice. His hand lifted from her knee and reached for the key on the table. Moments later her wrists were free. “That’s okay.” He told her as he let go of her wrists and handed her the. Russ and I had been drinking all afternoon, when my wife Kari came home and wanted to catch up to us so she started taking shots. She was wearing a yellow sundress that made her 115 pound 5`6 body look incredible. She has long blond hair and an ass that won't quit. I remember telling her that her tits looked great in that dress. After she pounded down her 5th shot she went into the bathroom. Russ commented that her tits were looking real nice and that he was getting horny. In collage Russ and I.