Dad had fought in World War II. He was good at controlling his emotions. So was I. “Hi, Rodger,” he said, shaking my hand. “Hi, Dad,” I r...plied, “How’s Mom?” “She’s fine. Do you have everything?” “It’s over there,” I said, pointing to my sea bag. I tipped the bar tender with a one dollar bill. The bar tender tapped it on the counter twice, and said, “Welcome home, Marine.” He had short, blond hair, a white shirt, open at the neck, and looked the right age to have fought in. I looked into her eyes and asked anything?? (jaa chai?) She replied yes anything. (haan jaa chai)I said I want to make love to you. She said ok. I did the task and on my way home got a packet of condoms as my dreams of making love to her were coming true. But when I reached home I was feeling bad about the whole stuff this emotional blackmail and after kissing fondling and sucking her for half an hour I decided not to enter her. I told her about the decision and she started crying, on. “Jane, please don’t pack yet. I’m going to New York today to see if John will talk to me. If he will, I am going to beg as I said, and if he will listen, apologize profusely and abjectly and try to save my marriage. Besides, John’s letter said ten days, and you will need at least a couple of days to find a place if you need it.”She stopped, looked at me and started crying again. “I love my brother, and I don’t know how I am ever going to make it up to him for my stupidity. I am sorry I said. He wanted her to cum. He wanted her to have pleasure.Lifting her hips, he clutched her ass in his hands and started to thrust deep and hard within her. He knew he was moving right on her g-spot. Her hips bucked and the moans in throat grew louder and louder. He breathed harder trying to hold back as he continued to thrust his cock harder inside of her. He opened his eyes and gazed down at her. Her long dark hair laid spread out behind. Her eyes were closed and her mouth opened as she.