‘I am Yours’ I whisper back in loving agreement. His roughened fingers grazing the skin of my thigh as he takes the hem of my nightgown and starts...it on its slow climb. ‘I need You’ he whispers..’I need you’ plaintive now. Quiet is he as his affection and love tamp down lust and desire. More demanding will be become as those scales tip. I revel in his vulnerability knowing soon he will see my own and pay homage. Ever so slowly the climb of cotton on skin as he drags my nightie up my thighs. I. The pressure your arms deals are putting on their economy is beginning to take its toll. The Politburo has begun talks to reorganize the government, spreading power out over several key areas and decentralizing Stalin. When they finish, if they finish, he won’t be the dictator he is now.”Wilson couldn’t contain himself any longer. “Phil, PLEASE keep doing exactly what you’re doing. Russia will collapse as their military spending strips the country of funds to rebuild and expand. In the worst. I grinned up at him wickedly and let my voice needle him a little.“Hey Richard? You like it when your momma sucks your cock? Does it make you feel like a big fucking man to watch that pussy-pounder vanish between those sexy lips of hers? Does she jack you with those big fat titties of hers? Did you get to fuck the cunt you came out of yet? If you did, I bet any future brothers of yours will get cold from the fucking draft. Hell, I think you made my mouth just a little bigger now... did you. I'll be in the office by 9:30, come see me when you get in - we'll talk.Hugs, A."Well, I guess at least part of it really happened," she thought. Between her memories, and the note, and her missing underwear Debbie figured the parts about getting it on with Alex last night had to have been accurate, but there was no way she had the details right. Just because some parts of her memories were accurate didn't mean they all were. Seriously, some of those details were like scenes from a bad science.