He made these deep grunting sounds. I have been told that I make a yipping sound when I am being fucked. I am so lost in the moment that I guess I don...t notice this. I was sad when Gene did finally leave for the Marines. We had fucked quite a few times before he actually left. When a person has a limb amutated they might still the sensation of its existence--I swear I could feel the phantom of Gene's cock in me for over a week after he left. I eagerly awaited each time he got leave. One. How did you like the Citation X?" he asked as he and Margaret ushered the three to seats.Thinking about her hesitancy, she wondered how she had been able to respond, but all she could remember for now was that he looked younger than she had imagined, and there was a charisma about him similar to that of Bill and ... Jeff. Like Jeff, he had insisted that she call him by his given name, Frank, and Margaret had insisted on first names, too. Before Eileen knew it, she was holding a cup of coffee. .. That's why I'm up here, right? I can't take losing one more person. It was hard enough accepting your kindness, and your family's. Part of me wishes we'd never have met, that I'd never have to worry about your safety, about whether someone had harmed you, or them. I can't carry that weight anymore."Miller nodded slowly, replied, "I know ya thin' tha', Major. Bu' I thin' ya surprised yerself this Spring ... I thin' ya found ya needed tha' despite yer fears ... I thin', deep down, ya know ya. I explained what I suspected about our mother's vain attempts at making a life for her, and us."It's so sad," she moaned, fingering the copy that had the only photograph of our mother we knew to exist. It must have been taken from her High School yearbook, because she looked much too young to have had three children. Her smiling face didn't look all that familiar to any of us."But I'm so HAPPY!" she yipped, jumping up out of her chair and hugging me from the side. Her breasts pressed into my.