People seemed to be constantly coming and going, which was especially odd for this time of year with winter approaching. It was November 1941 and was ...roving to be one of the coldest winters on record, especially for San Antonio.Maggie had been sitting inside with May one evening when she finally worked up the courage to ask her how it was that May knew her father. May smiled, gave Maggie a sorrowed look, setting down her needlework that she'd been working on as she did nearly every night after. It's just that it's a far cry from being a fireman.Talking with the various people I have met, I have come to realize that very few people actually grow up to be what they thought they would be. Someone once said, "Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers." There's even a song about that, which shows just how much some people think about this. Who knows? I think my story might fall into that category.Well, what I want to do is tell you what happened to me. Not that I think my life is. I gulped and picked up my keys.In the garage it was bitterly cold. Nick had been quite thoughtful and brought a blanket along for me to kneel on. “Don’t spill any cum on it, we keep it in the other car.” He said carelessly.“I rarely do.” I replied then asked “May I take a photo of your cock please?”“You already have one!” “I know but when you have finished and you soften, i would like to take one then.”“Ok you dirty fucker. I need to be done by the end of lunch. I’m getting picked up. That. My name is actually Méabh, anglicized to Maeve, but since most customers neither could spell nor pronounce it, I picked Mary Margaret."Vanessa grinned back. "Mary Margaret sounds more like a nun name -- not criticizing, because Molly Anne and I do a dirty nun and dirty schoolgirl routine." Ooh, you might just be hitting my fantasies from Catholic school. I'll give you my number. We might want to explore that at length." I looked at them, and realized that watching the three of them together, in.