Als sie dieSchulter ihrer Tochter ber?hrte, sp?rte sie das leichte Beben das anzeigte,dass Viola weinte. Ganz sanft versuchte sie ihre Tochter zu beru...igen. Diesereagierte zun?chst ?berhaupt nicht. Dann drehte sie sich pl?tzlich hab um undElene sah in ihre rot unterlaufenen Augen.?Warum? Warum k?nnt ihr mir nicht geben, was ichbrauche? Du kannst doch ohne mit der Wimper zu zucken eine deiner dummenSklavinnen blutig schlagen oder eine eurer Clubschlampen auf Mark und Knochenfoltern. Warum kann. Our white skin was painted.I felt lost in his eyes. Our sweat drenched bodies glistened with love as we embraced each other. Our white skin was painted a ghostly white by the moonlight that spilled into the room from the window. There was no way Hitler’s Luftwaffe would ruin our last night together. Curled up on the bed, we listened to the whistles and explosions. Despite the blast tape the glass windows rattled with the vibration of bombs. Ignoring the impending danger, Bobbie brushed his. You see not too many years ago I went to Romania and stayed with my brother Robert, he had married a nice lady called Eva, although she is my sister in law, Eva insisted that I call her Aunty, hence the photographs I submitted to xHamster, please, don’t let on, shell kill me for sure if she finds out.Robert went out to help a British company who was having some legal problems, Eva was assigned to Robert as an interpreter, well soon after the problem was resolved they got married, I don’t know. Their coolers weren’t turned down as low as the other store’s but that was OK. I could always toss my drink into the freezer at work until it was close to the point of freezing. I like ‘em that way – especially on a hot summer day.The people who bought the store turned out to be a family from India so recent to the United States they had not lost their accent and in fact, spoke little English. I spoke not a word of Hindi, either, but that too was OK – they understood American currency just fine.