.. You would make a great spymaster.”Three days laterLudmilla Baranski walked out of the market down the street from her apartment. She was carrying...three bags of food back to her place. She was typing the code into the keypad when she heard, “Excusez-moi.” Ludmilla looked to her right and saw a dark-haired woman walking up to her. “Mon téléphone est mort, pourriez-vous me donner l’heure?” She asked her.“I apologize, my French is horrible. What did you ask me?” Ludmilla said.“My apologies, I. I knew I wouldn’t be back but Maria and Adam and Lisa would. I really hoped the three of them would have a fantastic time. I felt like I did the best I could to get everything ready for them. I left the hotel and started to drive back home. This is when I noticed for the first time that familiar aching feeling I get in my balls when Maria goes out. Perhaps it’s blue balls? Perhaps it’s just being super horny? But when I was driving home I knew she and our new friends were set for a very fun. The stuff had never stopped being disgusting but these days she had an easier time shrugging off the shiver-inducing feel of bestial slime running down her gullet.American Quarter Pony was her guess.“Fucking donkey? That’s some bullshit. No wonder it didn’t sell,” she said after peeking the label. Her frustration quickly dissipated; she could finally go home after all.Maya waddled to the bus stop, interrupted every few feet by Brice throwing tantrums in her womb. He didn’t like sharing the. You'd have everybody talking about me before noon tomorrow. Hell they'd probably put out a special edition of the paper, 'Ashley Goes Topless at Lake Erie'.” She broke out laughing. The others laughed with her. Choking back her laughter she urged, “Promise you won't tell anyone, please.” Skip said, “We promise.” The other two echoed his words. Ashley turned to Brad. “You trust these guys?” “Yeah, I think so,” he replied. “Well, you better. Your sister's reputation is at stake here.” Brad.