Unlike the Red Army in June, the German retreat had been orderly and they settled into Winter quarters.Moscow was safe, and Stalin continued to build ...p forces for an offensive after the thaw. His Intelligence Services were telling him that the next attack was likely going to be in the South, from Kursk, Kharkov and Rostov; against Voronezh, Stalingrad and into the Caucasus. Stalin, though, was convinced the Germans were going to renew the offensive against Moscow and Leningrad.The temperature. As his hand took a gentle hold of one nipple and helped it to harden between his fingertips he looked up at Jessica’s face.“You’re so beautiful Jessica,” he said quietly. “I want you so much.”Jessica ran her hand up the inside of his thigh and came up against an unexpected bump at the top of his leg, feeling the evidence of his desire. “I want you too. Lie back. I want to take these off.” She tugged at his jeans.Mike slid back on the rug while Jessica pulled at his belt. As he lay she shifted. He said it's best for the kids if their Mom continues to look like their Mom, only younger and fitter." She blushed. "I wanted to know what I looked like as a blond."Samantha smiled. "I don't have permission to make you a blond, but we can put up a hologram of you with blond hair, if you're interested." Sure," a startled Belinda agreed. She hadn't thought of holograms.Unlike Camp Shackleton's Art Deco/Streamline Moderne architecture, Base Scott used Late High Victorian as its design palette,. I heard grunting, felt hot breath and tongue, his stubble scraping my chin and cheek. He tasted like a drug, smelled even better; his hands were at my face, one still gripping the crop, the other fisted in my hair, and we kissed with a passion I’d never before felt, weeks of restraint gone, smashed away as our mouths mashed together, open and needy. My hands were all over him, his shoulders, his arms, tight and sinewy, his hips, his chest. His hand left my hair, found my lower back, pulled me.