”“No way!” Jocelyn laughed. “That’s just too funny!”“My mom is cooler than you think,” I said.Jocelyn turned and looked at me with her...head cocked to the side, “Did you just tell me she wasn’t a virgin when she married?”I shrugged, “I only said she’s cooler than you think. We need to walk over to Riverfront Stadium. We’re cutting it very close.”Jocelyn took my hand and we left the room and walked about four blocks down Vine Street to the stadium. I went to the ticket window and bought two. It was better that way because we were able to scoop up more foraging provisions living off the land because out basic twenty day issue of rations was long consumed and we had no visible line of supply except that which came on the flatboats down the river.The Negros were either fighting age males that fit easily into our ranks as support troops and we welcomed them without rancor although they were mostly unarmed and allowed to take shelter in a "hot zone" of heavy gunfire. The others who were. I was drawn to him and only when I stood level over his shoulder did he realise I was there, now I could see the actual fucking on screen.He was obviously embarrassed but equally fascinated by my calm demeanor, I wanted to touch him and do what it was that excited him.Suddenly the urge for the toilet was gone as he lifted my nightdress over my head and cuddled me to him and I slipped him between my soft thighs and felt his warn semen run down the back of my legs, then it my turn and as I lay on. A wicked glitter came into his green eyes. "Why, I'm going to spank you," he said. "You've been a bad, bad girl."At the look on Martin's face, Jacqui's pulse quickened with fear. Or was it more than that? Her dilated nostrils seemed to detect a fresh tang of pussy sauce in the air.A sudden, strange feeling of coldness came over Jacqui. Was she getting turned on at the idea that her powerful, masculine nephew was about to spank her bare, defenseless buttocks? At the feel of having her wrists.