Well Chris John askedYes sir Chris don't worry, would you like to dress up now John could see my hesitation and said come with meWe entered his bedroo... he went to the wardrobe , and took out the suitcases Mark had told me aboutHe opened the first one revealing white blouses, and navy blue school girl skirts all folded neatly , he took out a blouse looking at the size, then look at me and laid it on the bed next to me, you will look nice in this he remarkedThen took out a pleated skirt and laid. The ground below gleamed with melting snow. It ponded in small lakes and swelled the great rivers of Southern Russia into torrents. The land stretched in all directions broken only by the distant silvery slash of the Volga. Their guides pointed the squadron towards this landmark.Marshal Klimenti Voroshilov was Deputy Premier and Chairman of the Defence Committee in Moscow. He'd been tasked with the defence of Leningrad but had displayed a certain tactical weakness and was replaced by Zhukov. He. "She smiled and asked what my room number was. I told her and she said that they would go home and get some things and be there in about an hour.I went back to my room and straightened out my shit. I knew that they would want to use the king size bed, so I made all of that clear, I also put away some other stuff as well. After about an hour and a half I was figuring that they had chickened out and was resigning myself to wacking off when there was a quiet knock on the door. I changed into sweat. I couldn't speak. She grabbed my hand and placed it on her left boob. "You know, I've been watching you at your games. When you sacked the shit out of that quarterback, went to the sidelines and ripped off your jersey and the end of the game. I've wanted you for a long time." I couldn't breathe. I absolutely couldn't believe that my wildest dream was about to come true. She leaned over and kissed me with passion. I went along. She reached for my zipper and began taking off my pants. I sat down.