Right?He ignored his lack of taste, and dulled sense of smell. It was from the chemical war, of course. He’d heard all about the awful long-term aff...cts the gases had on survivors.The deadened colors weren’t so easily explained, but he’d suffered a trauma, not just death but years of war. Surely things were bound to happen and change. After all, he was lucky compared to not only the men around him, but the ones who would never make it back.He was grateful. He said it over and over again, trying. Becky had visited a few times but didn’t know much about country living. She did know a bit about gardening and was very impressed with theirs. It was summertime and Martha also suggested taking swimsuits for a visit to the swimming hole. This was accompanied with a wink to Rod who grinned. Becky objected saying she was too “fat” at three months along but Martha reminded her this was not a public beach and to just enjoy. The youngsters were gone a long time and came back with Becky a bit. It was a rubbery nub that was already firming up as he sucked. He didn’t like this at all but somehow it wasn’t anywhere as near as bad as licking the man’s pits. “Use your teeth, boy. Suck hard, bite on that tit. Work on that nipple!” Mark demanded. “I’m gonna work your little boy tits over later, kid. Yeah, that’s it, suck that nipple. Bite it a little harder boy. Stretch it, kid. Yeah, like that, boy. That feels good. I like that boy! Yeah!” The next half hour was spent with Tommy’s mouth. She kept pumping me as I came, and swallowed everything that shot into her. My eyes were now glued to those red lips, which remained tightly wrapped around me, not a drop escaped her mouth. She was very good and had good suction. We moaned in unison as she pumped me dry, me with relief, her with enjoyment. When I looked up again, the stranger was gone, obviously she had walked away as Shelley was finishing me off. Maybe she didn’t want to interrupt the final act or our little action? Who knew?.