She reached down and unbuttoned the trousers. When they fell to the floor all my weapons were gone. I was at her mercy, because frankly I never was mu...h of a fighter. I'm small and light in the ass. I don't know Karate or any of those things. All I bring to a fight is my willingness to do whatever I can and that is no match for a two hundred pound man with ham hocks for hands. Or in this case a six foot woman with a very athletic body. If this turned rank, I would be at her mercy unless I found. We collected scrap iron and old clothing to support the troops.We hand mixed ‘white stuff’ with ‘yellow stuff’ to make fake butter.We saw cars up on blocks because tires weren’t available.We can remember milk being delivered to our house early in the morning and placed in the “milk box” on the porch. [A friend’s mother delivered milk in a horse drawn cart.]We are the last to hear Roosevelt ‘s radio “fireside chat” assurances and to see gold stars in the front windows of our grieving. Her boyfriend pushed forward hard, driving his full 7" length into her. She had already juiced up enough that it didn't hurt, and in fact she gasped in pleasure as her clitoris got bumped."Oh, that feels so good..." she murmured over her shoulder. She wished he didn't have to pull out.Meanwhile, out of sight behind her, Graham was still asleep and dreaming. He had been having an erotic dream about his new girlfriend, Kim. They had gotten together a few weeks previous at a bar and he had. “Yes, baby!” He cried, hips now beginning to rock, looking for more. “Please, baby!” “Please what?” She asked with mock innocence, eyeing up the thick drop of pre-cum threatening to make its escape down the engorged shaft. “Please touch me! Stroke me! Suck me! Anything, baby. I just need it. I need you!” Xander's whole body was fidgeting on the sheets by now, the torture of Aurora now caressing his balls simply proving too painful to contain any longer. “I am here for all your needs, Xander,”.