"The tanks didn't make it to Washington this time, but next time there is a protest they might. Do you realize it has been three weeks since the riots...ended and we have nothing but 'official' government news releases and underground press rumors? What happened to the newspaper reporters and the TV investigative journalists? It's like they've been muzzled or something."Louie was silent as Brendan continued. "They say there were 247 dead or wounded in Washington after the National Guard used. ” Mom inhaled sharply, but recovered quickly.“Oh, that’s easy,” she said. “A pussy is a cat, like our little Chico. A bitch is a female dog, like our Sandy.”Craig thanked his mother and ran out the door. But something about his mother’s explanation bothered him. So he sought out his father. Dad was in the garage.“Dad,” Craig said, “the guys at school are using words I don’t understand.”“What words, son?” “Pussy and bitch. I asked Mom, but I don’t think she told me the right meanings.”“Son,. As my mother began slowly kissing and flicking the tip of my penis, Diane began doing the same to the man's considerably larger member.I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the two women on the couch had pulled themselves away from each other's pussies and one of them was busy sucking on the others swollen nipples, while gently squeezing her small but well-rounded breasts.My mother regained my undivided attention as she began inserting the tip of my cock in her warm and wet mouth.. We continued dating all summer. We were in love with each other.Sharon and I both were highly sexed. We made love as often as possible. Our bodies turned each other on. Our personalities meshed. Our romance was like something out of a fairy tale. We talked about our future. Both of us felt someday we would marry and raise a family together. It was meant to be.One thing was going to complicate our plans for the future. Sharon had two more years of high school when I went to college in September..