I visited her every other day after work.We often ate dinner together and talked. After this one she brought out an obviously old envelope with a thre... cent postage stamp on it."Read this," is all she said as she handed it to me. I opened it carefully and read:My Dear Lucy,If you are reading this, I will not be coming back home. My sister had instructions to mail it if she was informed I was killed in combat.I can never forget the time I stayed at your home. I can never forget you. The memories. She wore a jean skirt and a loose fitting top. Nothing too revealing. This curvy brunette with a sweet disposition and mischievous eyes, asked how I was doing and I said fine. My mom wants me to get the her stuff, she said. She misses you! Thanks for saying that but I doubt it, I said. You doubt what? she said. I doubt the part about missing me. I have no doubt about her wanting her shit back. Actually, she doesnt want it back. The clothes she left, she didnt want. But she said I could have. "She stepped closer to me and palmed the underside of her firm breasts — pink-nippled with very small areoles, just like her mom, with a scattering of freckles over them — and asked, "Am I big enough?"I smiled. "For what, Honey? Your size is your size, you get what you get." Do you think Aubrey will like them?" I don't know, you'll have to ask her."She put her hands on my waist and leaned closer; I could see her sea-green eyes inspecting me. Her skin was very smooth, marred only by the. T-shirt and underwear, I figure it’ll be ok since the t-shirt is long and the underwear is kind of like shorts. To my surprise I open the door to find you smiling, I pull open the door to let you in. As I close the door you kiss me, I can tell you are nervous and excited. We embrace and kiss, softly at first letting you take the lead somewhat. I can feel you shaking a little, not sure if it’s nerves or excitement. My tongue presses its way into your mouth and finds your tongue.Plunging.