Good, good,” he bellowed, smiling at his daughter in unspoken praise, “tomorrow, she will take you south. It is dangerous there. You can pose as father and daughter, if you are seen, I think. If I came too, it would be more suspicious. So, my friend, let me see the photographs you took today of Sofiya.” I hope you slept well,” she said. “I trust the girls didn’t keep you awake too long. They can be quite a handful when they want to be.” Something she’d said earlier disturbed Mike, though. He needed to know more. “Sofiya, this morning, you said you had a pact with your sisters. You share everything with each other. Last night, after what happened yesterday, they both came to my bed. After today, what happens now?” No Papa,” answered Sofiya, “when we climbed the tower, we must have been seen, and they took a couple of shots at us. No harm done, they hit our flask of tea though!” she said triumphantly, as though she had won a prize. Petruso roared with laughter, when most men would have been frightened for their daughter’s close shave with death.

Have you had a nice time, Sofiya?” he asked her. “Have you enjoyed it?” She yawned, and stretched, nodding. Yesterday had been fun, splashing, playing games, exploring. Today was far more intimate, more sensual, more solemn, more important to Sofiya this felt right, as she’d always dreamed it would be, special. Just as Mama said it would be. Having beautiful women show off grand prizes like cars has been something game shows and contests (even car dealerships) have been doing for ages now - and I’ve never really stopped to think about just how strange that is. When they had finished, Petruso came over to the table, with two glasses of Varenukha. He handed one to Mike.

When they returned, Mike saw that Maryska was almost ready to serve the food. She had seen them walking down the hill and made the final preparations. They washed and sat to a most delicious meal. The four females chattered away. They seemed to Mike to use some sort of dialect, because he could only discern some of what they said. He recognised his name mentioned a lot, though. Maryska got out a couple of glasses, and poured a generous measure of Varenukha in each. She looked Mike in the eye, and said, “boo-ye-mot”, which means cheers. She sank her glassful in one gulp and topped her glass again. Mike found the fiery liquid needed to be treated with more caution. She giggled at him. “Sometimes,” she said, “if me and my sisters get into one bed, then we do. That’s how I know Nataliya whines.”

Kidadl is independent and to make our service free to you the reader we are supported by advertising. The other side of the trees is the river,” she explained. “We mustn’t be seen near the river. The people the other side will shoot at us, if they do.” You smell wonderful, my darling, absolutely delicious,” he said truthfully, “I could eat you all up.”

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She was very helpful, Petruso,” he replied truthfully. “She knew every inch of the forest and where to go when we were seen. I would take her as a guide anytime.”

Eat your breakfast, girls,” she continued, “it was time we were getting on. Your father’s finished milking the cows and has gone to the market to see what prices the sheep are fetching, today.” Which famous car owner is fond of telling mechanics that he doesn't need bolts for his car? Usain Bolt. Mike wasn’t sure what sort of reception he would get when he had washed and shaved and gone down for breakfast. Would Petruso take him outside at shotgun point or hand him to the Russians or what? As it happened, nothing. Petruso was sitting at the table eating, Oxana sitting beside him, Maryska, as always, standing at the stove.Are you going to tell me about the perfume and the ribbon, Sofiya?” he asked quietly. “And the caviar,” he added, smiling, “whose idea was that?” She indicated he shouldn’t show himself above the parapet. “The tower is under constant observation from over the boarder,” she explained. “If they see anyone up here, they take shots at us.” She pointed to various splintered bullet holes in the woodwork. They squatted on the wooden floor, keeping their heads down. He squeezed her shoulder again, rolled her towards him and put his other arm around her, pulling her naked body tight into his chest. She put her arm over his, pulling him in. A technological advance that was designed to meet someone’s every need by mere spoken words...when you think of a man falling in love with a computer, it seems strange - but when you put it that way, it becomes much more believable.

I’m sorry,” she said, with an apologetic expression, her lips pursed, “it was too much, too nice, I just couldn’t do it any more. Perhaps I will be able to carry on soon.” She cuddled him to her, sinking into the warm embrace of his strong arms. “You’re not cross with me, are you?” A mile or two to the west was the town of Luhansk, right on the frontier between the two warring halves of the country, where some of the most bitter fighting had taken place so recently. Even today, the tension was still very high. Across the river ran a road, on which the occasional military vehicle moved, as they observed from their cover. Could you carry one of those boxes in to your mum for me, please Sofiya?” he asked. “I’ll bring the other.” The years passed,” she continued, “and my grandmother grew up, and fell in love. This was during the time of Stalin. It was difficult for everyone then. She knew what had happened when she was conceived all those years before. She brought grandpa here. Her mother knew what they were going to do and had given her the bottle of perfume and the ribbon. They made love here for the first time.” I understand you have already met Oxana, she’s nearly six,” said Maryska, “she’s always the first one awake in this house. Her sisters won’t be down for a while yet,” she added.They had been walking for about three hours, when, after the path levelled, following a steep gradient, they came to the top of the slope. Sofiya pointed to a wooden structure which was clearly a watch tower. On the side, was a ladder fixed to the frame, giving access to the platform through a trap door, above. She immediately started to climb, followed by Mike, who, looking up, now had a view straight up between the child’s legs. He could see her sweat stained thin white panties between her thighs. A prominent camel toe emphasised by a dark line had formed from her mons to her bottom. He could see her vulva fighting the material from inside, as her feet climbed one after the other up the ladder. Her leg elastic was slightly loose, and the gusset narrow, giving him glimpses of her treasure within. Not enough to see, but enough to tempt. Certainly he was tumescent by the time he reached the top, fifty feet up, and pre-cum had seeped from his tip, darkening his shorts at the front with damp. I suppose we could take a few and see what they come out like, Sofiya,” he said, “but your mum might not be very pleased, when she sees them.” Of course, she is” she answered as if he stated the obvious, “but she is my sister and we share everything. What you do is up to her.”