. if he has the imagination, he will turn around and fate will point out to him what fork in the road he should take, if he has the guts, he will take...it.”― George S. Patton Jr.In the closing days of 1942, the United States was faced with a decision as to where to begin hostilities against the German Wehrmacht in the European Theater of Operations. The American nation was faced with global war on two fronts against impressive military forces with the capability of dominating the entire planet.. "It is all flesh, gentlemen."No plastic or silicones allowed in King Fink's realm. "Silly cones," he called them.However fake their delicious balloons might look, they were real. They swung real, they bounced real, they felt real. It was the irrefutable trademark of BimboTech perfection.Fink smiled modestly at their praise. They hardly tried to hide their amazement. Or their permanent erections for that matter.Fink continued his rounds. He went out of his way to assure all were having a good. As Clegg hefted their suitcases from the train and Elly followed him out on to the platform, the Frenchman approached. "Monsieur Clegg?" he asked. "Monsieur Freddie Clegg?"Clegg, wary as ever at being approached by the police, held out his hand and nodded slowly. The Frenchman shook it warmly took one step back and saluted. "Captain Renault," he announced. "Louis Renault. At your service."Clegg understood at once. He'd heard about Renault from Ferrari in Casablanca.According to Ferrari, Lazlo. He had done this a couple of other times with girls…okay once with his last girlfriend Shelly before she broke it off, but… Somehow this was so much more exciting and he wished he had not already shot his load!Tammy slammed herself back into Tim and just held herself there, quivering like a bow string at the release from a bow on its flight to its target! There was suddenly a lot more wetness between her legs and Tim realized he had just made his sister cum… and he smiled a deliciously evil.