Now, Frenchie really did not know what a communist was supposed to do. All she knew was that there were good people and there were bad people. There w...re good people from the North and bad people from the North. There were good people from Saigon and bad people from Saigon. These days, it seemed like there were a great deal more bad people than good people.Frenchie knew she was different than the other people in the village but she did not really feel that she was different. She knew she liked. "Mathew, I have a request if possible," Ana said as she sat down in the passenger seat.Looking over at her, I smiled and replied, "What's your request, my Russian princess?"Ana felt her cheeks go warm at Mathew's complement and she said, "Can we go to the Crater of Diamonds State Park, up in Arkansas?" What's that?" I asked."It's where we can dig for our own diamonds," Anastasia said."No Way!" I said as I maneuvered around a slow moving car, and saw the sign for the Mobil Alabama."Yes! Way! I. Then she rubbed herself slowly back down to earth and finishing with a prolonged massaging of her nipples.Straightening herself up, she casually went back out into the living room to a very appreciative husband. They proceeded to screw in every place and every position you could have scripted and, having been finely honed with her own fingers, she came often and hard with him. In short, the whole evening went well for them and I was treated to several hours of her both in the living room and. She had smaller but no less well formed breasts compared to Julie, and a fuller but also quite appealing ass. Her almost transparent robe revealed her own version of feminine perfection.“Julio here?” I asked her. After she shook her head I sighed, “He expected us.”“He wrote something for you,” the blonde finally spoke, and we watched her ass shift nicely under the robe as we followed her to the dining table. Julie took as much interest in the shifting as me. The yellow legal pad with neat,.