I asked Ann if we shouldn't go upstairs but she want to. Ann wanted her mother to see what a bitch I am and wanted to tell her that I was her bitch to...I couldn't believe what I was hearing, was she really going to share me with her mother. Miranda, that's the name of her mother, was a totally different type as her daughter. Ann was a slim brunette with medium sized boobs and her mother was a tiny, plumbish blond with big boobs. They were both beautiful women. I had noticed a bit of sexual. The young soldier played his part perfectly, collapsing to the concrete.Mikhail Solov was also at the screening. His assistance had been invaluable. First, he had personally handled the recruiting of Russians who would have rôles to play. It seemed that they all wanted to do it; it was a tribute, after all, to Kelly Jackson, the savior of Russia. Of course, he had also been responsible for all the Soviet materièl they were using and for the full combat-ready armored division’s personnel who had. We shared the shower that evening and even though the recess was small and gave us little room to move, we managed a lot of intimate fondling as we helped each other to wash away the sand and salt our bodies had accumulated during the day. I put on the same little nightie I had worn the previous evening and so, after we had enjoyed a drink and ordered our meals, again disappeared into the bath-room when dinner was delivered. We had talked and had a giggle about the day’s events of course and. “I’d love to if you’re sure it’s okay with your beautiful wife.” Michelle looked a little surprised but readily agreed. I’d timed our dinner to finish very near to closing so I told Trisha we’d wait for her. After leaving a healthy tip for the staff looking after us so well, I drove around back where Trisha had suggested and parked again. I looked over at my wife and leaned to kiss her, whispering, “I love you.” “I love you too,” she responded, as she wrapped her hands around my neck pulling me.