His skin was cold and clummy, his breath non-existent despite Mom’s attempts to resuscitate him mouth-to-mouth. It was clear to me that Mom had been...Dad’s last sexual partner, which seemed fitting in a sort of “final reconciliation” way and that perhaps Dad just wanted to leave this world happy. I didn’t voice those thoughts right then, though. It might jinx things, because ultimately, we’d still prefer to keep Dad alive.I kept trying, while Vera, Alex, and Zoe all tried mouth-to-mouth. When. “Butterbar,” I winked at her.“Butterbar? Is that your surname or nickname?” she teased me.“It’s a euphemism for my rank. Second Lieutenant Ralph H. Walker, Militia Nursing Corps. We’re called ‘butterbars’ because we have a single gold bar instead of a single silver one, such as the first lieutenants have. I just finished my tour of duty in North Carolina. Winston-Salem, Raleigh theaters,” I explained, even as she prepared to order something from the waiter.“Well, then, on a field nurse’s. Turning for the bathroom, she smiled and said, ‘You’ll join me again tonight, Stefan, won’t you?’When a few minutes later he stepped under the shower, Irmgard pressed her body against him. They united with a lingering kiss before beginning the ritual of washing each other. As always, every touch and rub posed a sensuous question which their bodies sinuously answered.After this, they made love, gentle, caring love for a long, long time. Again and again, they drew back from the edge of orgasms.. That time her nighty went up to her thighs and she was comfortable with that, but I could see her panty. Slowly I started applying lotion but in small quantities, so that I could touch her body for long time. While I was applying lotion, she slipped her hands back and unhooked her bra and was sleeping on her back. I started caressing her back and slowly slipped my hands towards her boob’s sides.She said, it’s not required to apply on front and chest, so I stopped and re-hooked her bra, she.