Warheads. RV's. In Wyoming. I was reading Ghandi and A.J. Muste at the time, so I thought a lot about my place in all this. Then, around the time Mart...n Luther King got shot, I got sent to Viet-Nam." "I was loading napalm canisters on these prop planes. Yeah, we used prop planes in Viet-Nam. A-47 SkyRaiders. We called them Spads after World War1 fighter planes. It turns out that jets are too fast to deliver napalm from the sky, never hit the target, and the choppers weren't really designed to. Linda is not less than we men, and it does not seem right that she be shut out of our talk.To begin Danny asks me to tell of my life. I begin to say short, for most people do not interest themselves in small things about others, but again and again he stops me to ask about this thing I say and that one, and I come to understand that he wishes to know all I will tell him.He is especially interested when I tell him of my time of travels. Not all do this, but many when they are newly grown to men. Ginny turned on the TV andMark noticed the dog was sniffing at her crotch. Ginny laughed but did not push him away. "Baddog". "Max is always horny" she told me. "Do you want to see him lick my pussy"? I almost diedjust picturing that scene. I gulped and said "sure". She sat back down and spread her legs. Maximmediately stuck his snout in her crotch and started licking. Ginny pushed him away and slidoff her shorts. I already had a raging hard-on. Ginny then slipped her panties off and sat. "I really, really want to fuck you with my strap-on"I wasn't sure what to a say, so I said the first thing that came to mind. "I didn't know that you had a strap-on" I have two," she said her smile growing wider. "Wanna see?" Sure," I replied, amazed how we just went from imminent sodomy to show-and-tell.She hopped off me and went into her walk-in closet. In a few minutes she came out wearing a black harness and a not overly large dildo which was, somewhat incongruously, blue. She had a big.