That was a thing... 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 affects 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. , i said to him barefaced:"I know that you like my breast, you look very often on it. A woman noticed such behavior instant. You are a bad boy." He was speechless but started to look shameless on my breast. "Robert, where are you looking?" i asked him with a smile. "Jennifer, sorry, my mama often told me to not look at ladies cleavage, its not polite for a gentleman but yours,..." he replied stuttering. "So then why you do it so often at mine?" i asked him."Well,.." he started to rub his hands,. I embraced her, and tried to kiss her, like we did in bed that morning. She accepted my arms around her, but she kept her head buried in my chest. I held her tightly, never wanting to let go. Finally, she pulled away slightly, and looked up at me, tears rolling down her luscious cheeks.Rachel told me that she was very fond of me, and that she enjoyed my company immensely this weekend. But, she was due to fly out to Maui in the morning for a swimsuit contest and photo session. She didn’t. He had to be about 9 inches. “Mm, you suck very well. Do you like your face fucked?” “Oh yes. Fuck it hard, please.” Joe is normally so shy, but when he is dressed, he is very assertive. His hands pressed on the back of my head, keeping me from backing away at all, while he drove his dick all the way down my throat. “Yeah take all of that cock my little she-bitch.” This was turning me on immensely. My hand wandered down to my prick. I couldn’t help it, I had to start jerking. “You are doing.