It was the only way that he could possibly protect his vulnerable southern flank along the shores of the Mediterranean. The German High Command war pl...anners had gamed that the Allies would start their assault on Europe not directly across the English Channel but the long roundabout route up though North Africa to drive the German Army from North Africa and then attack the soft underbelly of Hitler’s weakest partner, the Italian forces under command of Benito Mussolini. The Nazi’s understood. We approached what appeared to be an elevator. Sarek pressed a button, and its doors opened to admit us. We entered and he typed a floor number into a small illuminated panel. The doors closed, and then immediately opened again. I thought that there was possibly some malfunction until I noticed the scene outside the elevator had changed."This is the High Council level," Sarek advised. "I'll let them know you're here. Sit down for a second." I think I'll stand," I replied, walking over to far. I had posted them through his door early that morning with a note so he could hide them before his kids arrived. I had a small package from him hidden in my wardrobe to open in private in the morning.By the time I arrived home that evening, the house was full. All three kids had arrived along with one girlfriend and their four Grandparents. Thank goodness our house was large! We hugged and laughed and talked and drank before dinner, then my parents returned to their own house while a few of us. Now she cupped her big, firm tits in her hands, lifting them and pressing them together into deep cleavage. Her thumbs swept back and forth across the taut tit-tips."Ooooooh," she murmured.She stroked her sleek flanks and shifted her pneumatic hips, squirming before the mirror.She turned and, looking back over shoulder, a lock of curly blonde hair falling over her brow, she gazed at her splendid ass. Linda's ass was shaped like an inverted valentine, the big firm globes sweeping out from her.