As the sights, sounds, and smells of Wisconsin entered Jason's consciousness as reality instead of memory, what had happened to his family finally hit...home. He realized in Upper Danubia he had been so separated from his life in the U.S. that he had not truly grasped the fact that his parents were dead and his sister changed beyond recognition. It had not yet struck him that now he was the one responsible for the future of the Schmidt family. His grandmother had done her part, first by. A tall man with huge hands, wrists like branches of oak. Long years of hard labour in his youth would do that. Heavy-set, with a developing paunch. Full, dark-blond hair. Grey eyes. Well-built, but nothing spectacular to look at, and certainly no hint of cruelty about him, as I had come to expect.His questions were very astute and to the point. He said his company had a wide range of pre-planned houses built to a common grid system, which allowed for easy and economical adaptation to individual. I was startled and moved forward so quickly that I slammed my face into her ass, my nose pressing firmly against her perineum. I inhaled deeply. The aroma was overpowering – humid, sweaty, strong, female odor. As the aroma filled my nostrils and warmed my lungs I groaned loudly and ejaculated in my jeans. My body quivered and Mike laughingly said “Hey baby, I did not know you could make a guy cum just by letting him smell your pussy and ass”. I sat upright on the floor behind Elsie. I was. "I won't lie to you. It's part of the package. Especially if you go Airborne. At least for the next few years. If we really do pull out of Afghanistan, then maybe not, but I won't try to con you about that. Airborne isn't for the faint-hearted. They'll make a man of you, or kill you trying."He suddenly looked shocked, and I suspected the words, "kill you" weren't supposed to be in his normal spiel. But there was something about him that seemed solid and calm and ... I don't know ... competent,.