I'll be here at 7". And he walked out of the house.She looked at what he had picked out, and paled. A tight mini-dress she had worn several years ago,...but had never thrown away. She knew it was just at dress code for length, but the dress code said nothing about clothing being tight. She pulled it on, and was embarrassed immediately. It obscenely hugged every one of her curves. Her 36C breasts, 23 inch waist and 32 inch hips perfectly on her 5'4" frame. He had to be kidding, there was no way. The crimes of the Nazi death camps only a few years before we were born were still so recent as to not count as history; the extensive newspaper coverage of the Yom Kippur war eighteen months earlier had included a lot of background information about the mass killing of not just Jews, but Gypsies and those considered less than perfect for the Aryan Master Race. Oh yes, we knew the term ‘eugenics’, and we didn’t like it.“Can’t you complain that he’s using language like that?”“We did! Sheila. Y-Yes," she was able to squeeze out of her throat. I shoved her back down to the log and increased my fucking speed once again. I grabbed a handful of hair and yanked back on it. "Oh," she was breathing heavy. I felt her cum shoot out and douse my dick. I put my dick on her firm ass and shot my load. I turned her over so she was sitting on the towel and leaning on the log. I grabbed her face and kissed her crudely. She was still catching her breath and I knew I fucked her good. When I got back. " She's moving, Sir, looks like two four zero, one three zero, yes, that's confirmed, two hundred sixty gravs. That should put her at about one twenty five kay clicks when she crosses ahead of our track." Sir, second target moving away from "Nachtlicht", two nine zero holding the plane, I make it four eighty grav; uummm, even if we went to full military power we'd not catch him – sorry Sir, unidentified, he looks about four kay tonnes." Designate "Nachtlicht" bogey 1 and the streaker bogey 2..