Brad catches himself staring at her across the room, temporarily lost in her beauty. The brown curly hair that sprouted from her head and hung all aro...nd, her long, slender form and magnificent legs had only grown more alluring since high school. And high school, over ten years prior, was on Brad's mind at the moment.High school years were difficult for Brad, caught up in between the cliques he was often the target of abuse and ridicule. Sandra used to take great pleasure in demeaning him. .. but all are emotional and depressed, but still so alive!I remember getting eyes from young nice nieces in teen age at the front row - me sitting right behind!I remember long talks with red wine with the very best lady friend of my mourning niece whose guy diedIn the internet it is different - I think only her best friend not far in the US, attended her funeralIn the internet her other friends shared their feeings at the page of our beloved one - now in Heaven!Most of her friends shared some. Charging them with a machine gun in each hand and a grenade in his mouth, no doubt, had there been a witness left to testify what he did to fight the enemy and to save his men, he’d be awarded the United States Congressional Medal of Honor. Only there were no witnesses. All the witnesses to his actions were dead. Still his commanding officer put in papers to give him another medal to pin on his chest and that’s when he retired. He didn’t want a medal pinned on his chest to remind him that his. I watched as she put it against Tim’s anus and pushed gently. “Relax Tim. It won’t hurt as much if you don’t fight it.”“That’s easy for you to say.” He winced as Jess applied a little more pressure.“Maybe not. Just relax, you’ve seen it work for Jess.” He must have relaxed a bit because the plug started to slip inside him. Jess kept up a firm but gentle pressure and I watched as Tim’s asshole expanded to let the plug inside. His eyes widened as the widest part of the plug stretched him.