Ann was the perfect replica of her mother Emily. She already had large thirty-eight DDs (from the way she was growing Eric expected her to end up with...F or G cups), her waist was about twenty-six and her hips were around a thirty-six. She was a redhead (her only real difference with her mother) and had green eyes with sexy lips and a round firm ass. Bea was the smallest of the girls, only four feet eight inches. She had black hair, green eyes, pale creamy skin, twenty-eight C tits, a waist of. She was incredibly strong – much stronger than someone with her diminutive frame should have been.She had barely stopped shuddering when she quickly slid her pussy up and expertly positioned herself. I felt the heat from her engorged lips as she ever-so-slowly parted them with the head of my cock. It had long become clear that she was no stranger to sexual activity, but she was proving to be almost too tight as she worked to sheathe my member. Despite her obvious willingness – she was wetter. . it is a Thought Piece THE CHILDREN OF THE SILENT GENERATION... (and for their children - so they will understand)Born in the 1930s and early 40s, we exist as a very special age cohort. We are the Silent Generation.We are the smallest number of children born since the early 1900s. We are the “last ones.”We are the last generation, climbing out of the depression, that can remember the winds of war and the impact of a world at war which rattled the structure of our daily lives for years.We are. The Coffee Shop was quiet, and the only other person there was the cashier. She looked bored, and exhausted flipping through a book. Maybe math. Maybe science. He ordered the coffee, and for the next hour she had a nice time with Brandon. They talked about all kinds of stuff, and she enjoyed talking with him. He listened when she spoke, and didn’t interrupt her when most guys would. When they both were done they walked out to his car, and he helped her get in. On the way back he drove.