She wasraised in Germany by a German father. She was Married to a Germanofficer. She spoke German. She knew Russian but she wasn't very fluent init. I...t showed when she spoke to her own people. Some words were wrong andshe got funny looks. She practiced her speech many times and had a nativeRussian help her with the words. Her dramatic speech hours ago was agreat success. The people were roused for a war against Germany. Shehoped it wouldn't come, but she knew in her heart that war was. When I reach over to her left nipple, which is cute and tiny compared to the rest of the full tit, her mind clouds and I feel from her mind numb and fuzzy pleasure. I lean into her left nipple, and bite her hard but as I do so, I bring my hand over to her right nipple and pinch at the same time. I instinctively know what she likes, I can feel her reactions from her mind, and she is rapidly becoming horny. I can feel her building up, her pleasure begins to influence me and I start to get. MOM?! What was she doing home? Hadn't she gone to Grandma's for the day? Covered in sweat, I glanced wide-eyed at my bedside clock. What the heck? She wasn't due back for at least another hour or so. More than enough time for me to strangle the turkey again to help ease that pesky ache in my nuts that had been bothering me for a week now. An ache that would only go away if I emptied the old coconuts at least three times a day.Suddenly, I heard the familiar THUD THUD THUD of someone coming up. She breathed her fire into my mouth. I tore off my clothes as I fueled my lust with her soft, eager mouth. Amber quivered as I grabbed her head with both hands and pulled her mouth hard to mine. I needed to taste the fire that she was breathing into my mouth, at its hottest point. The part of the flame that burns white. I needed to taste the sweetness of her complete combustion. I wouldn't be denied. I closed my hands into fists around her damp, scented hair. She dug her nails into my chest and.