"Jeez, why won't you grow a bit more? Still, I can't complain too much since you won't be getting saggy on me like those big tit bimbos."Lily's brown ...air flowed down to a little below her shoulders, a bit scruffy from the inevitable bed-head she had every morning. Taking another puff of her cigarette she stared back into the deep blue eyes that looked at her from the mirror. Turning around she checked out her pert little ass and admired it for a moment before an unhappy look passed over her. The boy feels the soaking wetness of her dripping cunt through the tiny g-string. Ricky smiles at his mother."Mom...my fucking cock is just about ready to shoot, right here." I know baby. Let's hurry and finish our dinner."As they finish the waiter asks them if they have room for dessert. They look at each other, and decline the offer. They can't wait for their dessert back at their room! They walk out of the restaurant where all of the other couples are still finishing their meals. They walk. I did not check her out, and likewise, I’ll keep our bargain.”“Our youngest daughter... alluded to our lifestyle during our last conversation. At least, I think she did. But, believe it or not, she was very subtle, indeed. Certainly not normally one of her strong points — at least before now.”He just looked at her. “I don’t even know how to respond to that. So ... shall we trial-load our backpacks?”Thirty minutes later, they slumped on the couch together as they stared at their first. What then? I can tell you what will happen. Stalemate. The Germans won’t be easily dislodged from their holdings, and, of course, France and Britain will fight desperately for their survival. My friend, this war that you think will be over by Christmaswill drag on, with thousands – no, millions – of men killed on both sides. The winner will be whichever side bleeds out less than the other.’ ‘So, what will your country do, then?’ Marcel asked, and he now had a worried look on his face. We had.