If he does, he might remember wherehe's seen it." Where has he seen it?" Stalag Luft XII. You don't just parachute into a PoW camp without gettingques...ioned. And it was Grost who was brought in to question me. Hesuspected I was on a spying mission, of course, but he couldn't prove it.Since I was wearing a British military uniform and a whole camp full ofBritish airmen had witnessed my arrival I had to be treated in accord withthe Geneva Convention, to his obvious annoyance. Unable to get. She went into her bathroom. "I need a shower after last night."Just as the water got warm, I heard her. "Hey, I hope that Jordyn isn't the only one who showers with you." She invited me in behind her.I freaked. "What about Anita?" She isn't joining us. Should I call her?" Okay, Anna, you got me. No, I'll take a shower with you any time. Wash your hair?" Yes. I am so thankful for Brad and that Jordyn girl. Without her, I'd never had a day like today. Without him, I'd still be eating by myself. I ran my fingers along her soaking bottom crack and heard her gasp at the touch. I repeated the action and felt her spasm as my cock stiffened further under her belly. She reached under me and grasped it, squeezing hard as I teased my finger tips around her, by now, gaping vagina. I gave her another dozen or so hard hand spanks over her bottom and thighs and watched her bottom cheeks part ever wider and with increasing abandon. Her vagina was by now wide open and exuding fluid which was. His daughter was ... a redhead.“When did you do that?” he asked, shocked.“Last night. I’m going to Washington, DC and get one of those redhead babies.”“Dyeing your hair won’t make the baby a redhead,” Mr. Dean sighed. Another of his daughter’s crazy ideas. Besides, she needed live sperm to get pregnant and everyone knew the only man with live sperm in the country was that red-haired toothpick... “You’re going to try to seduce Mr. Adams?” Dean couldn’t believe the audacity of his daughter.“Got.