You get loaded on a troop ship and twenty-one days later you are back in the USA and two weeks later you are standing at a train station with a govern...ent travel voucher in one hand and your discharge papers in the other"Three days later you are home, but home to what? A nine to five job, nights sitting on the couch listening to Amos and Andy or George Burns and Gracie Allen? The days are dull and boring after what you have just been through. Some men just can't go from months of stark terror. .. One group from our university-three of the five went to the same college as I-stayed pretty much together, and although I was certain they must be sorority sisters, they just acted that way. They remained, as I said, in a group, but they flirted outrageously with any boy-man, I guess-who passed by, and obviously promised a lot more than they would-or could, I thought-perform. I suppose their group acted as chaperone and emboldener in one. I found myself smitten again by one particular. It was absolute bliss, of course, to have my head absolutely surrounded by her fat thighs, thick ass, and hairy cunt, and to hear her small sounds of satisfaction as my tongue circled her asshole, delighting in the taboo taste of her anus – though I was thankful for the bidet she had recently had installed.This was also a normal occurrence in my house. I usually spent at least an hour serving my mother, my sister, and Shandy their breakfasts, and each of them would almost always use my face for. I told her to stand and I took her right leg and kept up in my arm. She rested her left hand on sofa and I was fucking her sexy cunt. She kept saying fuck. O ya o ya. I kept ramming her. Then she put her arms on wall and pushed out her ass. I grabbed her waist and entered her pussy and kept fucking her pussy. I held her boobs, pressed and squeezed them and was fucking her wildly.Then I told her mount on me, I held her ass and she wrapped herself around me and I was fucking her in air. She was.