It happened sometime last year. This one friend of mine from high school asked me to hang out with her. Now, I've known her since high school. She was...a bit of a tomboy back then, but when I saw her for the first time in 6 years, I was stunned to how ladylike and beautiful she really is now. We've been friends since high school, but after high school, we still keep in contact, mostly through Facebook of course. Her name is Alice (of course not her real name), and she looks like one of those. I moved over to her, knelt between her legs and started to gently touch her all over her body with my fingers and kiss and caress around her neck and breasts. She moaned a little and pushed her mound into my chest. I raised myself and ran her mound down my chest to my stomach, grabbing her hands and holding them to either side of her head on the seat cushion and kissed her neck some more. I gently rocked my stomach on her mound at the same time -- she groaned a little more. I then took her. He watched as Joanie grabbed her phone and took a couple of pics like that. He even inserted himself back in half way.She then threw the phone to the side got on her knees, and then licked his cock clean. When she was done, he pushed her back and licked her pussy then. When he finished he crawled up and kissed her.“Mmmmmmmmm” she said, “We taste pretty good, don’t we? Want to shower now?”They went and showered together. She got him hard again in the shower, so Bill bent her over and they fucked. RV's. In Wyoming. I was reading Ghandi and A.J. Muste at the time, so I thought a lot about my place in all this. Then, around the time Martin Luther King got shot, I got sent to Viet-Nam." "I was loading napalm canisters on these prop planes. Yeah, we used prop planes in Viet-Nam. A-47 SkyRaiders. We called them Spads after World War1 fighter planes. It turns out that jets are too fast to deliver napalm from the sky, never hit the target, and the choppers weren't really designed to bomb.