"I couldn't help but notice your skating." It was times like these that he wished he had managed to shed the guttural Russian that clung to his speech... If it had been French, it would have been different. Even Spanish.... "Thank you." "I'm Ivan," he said. He pronounced it as his mother had, like the American name Yvonne. He hesitated once, then added, "Ivan Orlov." He hadn't introduced himself with his Russian surname in years. It had been Ivan Owen since he came to the United States. But, his. “Fuck our daughter's asshole. Make the little brat cum.”“Yes!” Daddy groaned as Mommy shifted on me.I heard them kiss. My parents loved each other as they loved me. I trembled as the incestuous bliss swept through me. We were such a kinky family. I plundered Mommy's cunt as Daddy drew back his cock, sliding through my asshole.My bowels clenched hard about him, increasing that wonderful friction. I moaned into Mommy's cunt, savoring this wicked heat. It was incredible. Then Daddy slammed back. That's what war was all about.The next morning about 1000 hours, a pair of Sherman tanks showed up. It turned out that they were here to support us, and we were very happy to see them. The extra cannon and machine guns would be welcome at any time, but we were beginning to feel like we were way out on the sharp end of the spear! We all wanted to locate on the same side of the road so that we would not accidentally shoot each other. Being wounded by Friendly Fire was no fun!The two Shermans. Mrs. MacCauley held the door open and stepped aside with a lovely smile on her face. "Well, we're so glad you could make it," she said in that throaty voice of hers. "Won't you come in, folks?"The front room of the cabin glowed softly and sensuously in the light of half a dozen tall, well-placed candles. Lou MacCauley had been sitting on one of the couches, apparently sharing drinks with his wife, and he rose as Mavis and her children stepped in. He was dressed in slacks and an open-necked.