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. “Alderly?”“Present, sir.”“Brown?”“Present, sir.”“Cummings?”“Present, sir.”I did the roll call, listening to the calls of ‘Present, sir!’ almost absent-mindedly, and at the end was a little surprised to find all my charges present, and if not correct, then at least not running riot. This was my first posting as a teacher, and it had taken me a little while to gain control over the pack of slathering monsters that comprised my current sixth form class. Two years later, I almost had them eating. "Poor darling," she replied again. "Then we'll simply have to do something for you, won't we?"A twinge of self-consciousness washed over Mike as he watched in stupefied wonderment as Mrs. Wong's soft fingers gently closed around his throbbing, blood filled shaft, and her lust-filled eyes seemed to widen in delight at the sight and touch of his penis."Mike," she whispered urgently, "climb up on the rock, my darling... climb up now..."Quickly they climbed up onto the rock and found to their. ..He said his name was Randy. He ran a pawn shop located in a small mini mall. He was 46yrs old, he was stocky, hairy and was a couple inches shorter than me. He had several tattoos on his arms and chest and belly. Randy didn't hide he had been married for over 20 years and that he liked fucking guys. There would be no kissing or oral from him, just a hard rock in my ass...which is what I was craving. We agreed to meet in his shop the next afternoon. The next day, I prepped myself with an.