” Ryan grinned. “It can’t have been that bad! Seriously, I told my family I was gay so they’d stop nagging me to get into another relationshi.... They spent the entire day staring at me like I was a different life form.” He smirked at the memory. “I swear my grandma’s planning to disown me. Yours can’t have been worse than that.” Marianne shook her head. “It was. I mean, Christmas is always bad, but this year was just…” She paused for effect. “…horrendous. I can put up with the tasteless turkey. Your Clit hard against his probing digits, "Hmmm, oh yeah, yeah, Hmmm, rub me, make me cum" his fingers speed up in their caress, back and forth across your Clit, once, twice, three times. "Fuck, i'm gonna cum" just one more stroke of his fingers, and your pussy spasms, as it does he inserts his fingers into you, you clamp down on him as you cum, juices flowing over his fingers. He moves his fingers slowly back and forth in you as your orgasm subsides. He takes them out and sucks your juices. Shirer”The following is an interesting side story of the Belgium invasion that might prompt a Historical Fiction tale of those dangerous years. (Of course, this is all true and not fiction at all.)THE SAGA OF THE BELGIUM GOLDIn the late 1930s the danger of war was increased drastically.With Hitler now firmly in charge of the German nation, the surrounding countries in Europe could literally feel the tension building day by day.Belgium decided it was time to transfer most of its stocks of gold. We had been nervous all day and at the appointed time the doorbell rang. I eagerly opened the door only to be very disappointed, the husband (Larry) was on his own. I invited him in and he explained to Helen and myself, that he had lost our original letter with the phone number on and only had the address and directions I had given him over the phone. It seems his wife Tracy, had only this morning come down with the flu and not having the phone number he couldn't let us know.We sat and chatted.