He had a good sense of humor, good friends with those he liked, and generous to a fault. He often flew across the Channel to visit his family and to m...et with his superiors that the war was going as well as expected. Almost every evening they sat with French at dinner with the conversation varying about the war, home, family, friends, and myriads of other subjects. The chat always ended up talking about beautiful young women. Some nights, they could hear the faint bursts of artillary bombarding. I prayed asking him to just fix everything for us, so we could be happy again, without either of us changing. I told him I would give up anything, if he would just answer this one prayer for me: if I could have Charlotte, once and for all and forever."Please, God. If you're up there, if you're listening, just let me have Charlotte Lawsen. I'll give up anything, if I can just have her love forever and ever."With tears streaming down my face, bumping my head against the steering wheel over and. "I stopped sucking him and looked up with pleading eyes trying to beg him not to make me do that.He looked at me and said, "I want them to feel that magic mouth of yours, now go get your snack."I stood up and went over to the couch. I finally had a good look at the two men. They were not bad looking, one was an Oriental and the other was dark skinned, maybe a black or mixed. I knelt in front of the Oriental, unzipped his pants, and dug out his dick. The three men talked as if I was not even. “How are you?”“Good how are you?”“Cold”“Do you wanna shower?”“That would be great could I borrow a towel”“Yeh sure Anna can you grab one?”“Come on Alex”“Cheers Jimbo See ya in a bit”We walked up the stairs and I asked how she felt about Fred.“Well I feel really sad but it had to end”“Yeh I know and I think you will be happy with someone else maybe”“Yeh and I think I probably sped things up by sleeping with you”“Yes and yet here we are”“Come on I’m not with him anymore”“Still”We got into her.