That evening I got a text from Dana. Storeroom tomorrow 4 pm. Use front door.Wholly Shit!!! I thought. What now?? Looking around to make sure no one ...as watching, I slipped through the front door of the old warehouse and up the stairs to the first floor. In the space where I had fucked Dana yesterday morning lay a new queen sized air mattress and 2 folding Sun lounges. All 3 girls were there. Dana stood up from the Sun lounge where she had been sitting, smiled and took me by the hand. Welcome,. The effect was, to the Western eyes of the Earl of Bargoed, a little like a slightly overweight walking Christmas tree and she seemed to rattle a little as she returned to the screened area."Thirty-nine."Thirty-nine, the entry of Hajji Kofeh Natsheh was an elegant woman, obviously untroubled by the avid stares of the men. She wore a high-necked knee-length flowing peignoir in very fine, almost transparent, nainsook. This had a button at the throat and was open all down the front, thus allowing. From there, they looked on from a safe distance as the planet collapsed into a black hole. It was at that point that Maureen finally broke down and ran off to her room, the weight from having just lost her husband finally proving too much to bear. Don turned around as she left, about to try to console her, but realizing nothing he could say at the moment would be of any comfort. However, he couldn’t help himself as he stared at her ass as she ran, out of all the women, Maureen had the biggest. The silence was more frightening than the explosions around them. From that time until the first lights from the sun, the quiet was deafening. Men talked just to hear sound.Then came the ground attack. The British scrambled to their defensive positions. Machine guns barked at the tens of thousands of Germans rushing toward their line. Artillary fell upon the attackers. The carnage was awful. Men by the hundreds were killed in just their first or second step out of their trench. Most were cut.