I quickly changed into my running clothes and went down to the fitnesscenter. This would probably be the only time all week I was not wearingany form...of woman?s lingerie or clothing. After running a few miles Iwent back to my room. Before showering I needed to cool down which gaveme about 10 minutes to go through my next ritual, laying out what I wasgoing to wear when I got out of the shower. I selected my pinkmicrofiber pantys, black tights, a black nylon nighty that I frequentlywear under. Thicker sauntered out, mad eye contact and walked to his car. A number of guys cycled through and suddenly there was no traffic. First Mr. Thicker went in, followed quickly by the still nervous Mr. Corner. I followed in a minute. They were making eyes at each other, but not even side by side. Good, I got the middle position. I exposed my softened cock, to Mr Corner and he stared, just stared. I swung to Mr. Thicker who whipped around and pointed his monster at me, like a one eyed pipe. I bent. Again, I was made wealthy both in the transportation of materials to Europe and the vast raw materials needed for the war. I could, I suppose, regret that I made money from the horrendous suffering of the war. But someone would have, whether it was I or another wouldn't have mattered in the least. War is a completely irrational activity once begun. Yes, the fortune I leave behind will be tainted with blood money. But then how many fortunes do not contain some?Three long years later, Russia was. Hot mom had always been my PRIVATE nick name for Kat when John his bother or dad was not around. I put my arms around their waists and walked them to the dining table and we sat down with a glass of wine and talked for a while. At first it was just small talk but it got to the point that we were discussing the new arrival. And I had to ask the question of Amy being sure the baby was mine. And she said she was 90% sure as John and her had been trying for a long time to have a c***d with no.