7
Wednesday, March 18, 2015
10:15 a.m.
Giulianna couldn’t believe her eyes when she paused by the kitchen door and saw Richard sitting at the small table by the corner, having breakfast, and talking to Henriette and Christina, as if they were long time friends.
“I can tell you from first-hand experience,” Richard was saying, “there is no glory in war. There’s no good side to it at all. Even when you win.”
Giulianna flattened her lips as Henriette bent to pick up an electric mixer, revealing her ass crack like a feminine plumber, then straightened and pulled her snug trousers up, swinging her hips.
“But still,” Henriette replied, feasting on Richard’s lean muscular body, eyeing him openly, “you can’t deny how utterly macho soldiers are in their uniforms, with their big scary guns.”
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