The war, and the draft would be in full swing. I had four years to find a way to avoid or accept military service.Vietnam had probably saved my life t...e first time around. I know that sounds crazy, but it did. The draft lottery didn't start until 1969, but 1965 was the year that LBJ really escalated things, and I was drafted two months out of high school. I was firmly convinced by that time that life was no bed of roses anyway, so I reported, and was in Vietnam before the year was out.I was no. Lol.....nor did I want to.Finally there he was, the object of my desire, in my sisters white panties, his cock hard, throbbing an bulging. a spot of pre cum I was so fucking horny.I spread my legs and asked him to kneel in front of me, between my legs, I asked “how do you like wearing panties?” he nervously laughed “its nice” I grabbed my cock from the base and pulled it to touch his through his panties. “do you think I’m hot?” he smiled, “pull your cock out, jack of for me, with me” I said and. " I was hoping the games would take care of it." And they did, right? But instead of your husband getting you off, it's other men. Jen, you can't deny it any longer. You're a size queen, just like me and every other woman in the world. You need a big one, and Michael — while 'having a nice personality' — just doesn't have enough in the department that really counts."Jen bristled at her friend's words. "Well, now that you've so eloquently summarized my life, you see my problem. I don't want to. “Granny?” How are you? I haven’t seen you at the park lately,” Miguel said, greeting her warmly. “Oh Miguel, how are you feeling? I’ve been a little under the weather so I’ve stayed away from the park. Please, join me,” Granny replied. “I trust you’re beginning to feel better.” “Stronger every day, Granny.” “Well, you’ll be back on the force before you know it,” she said, with a knowing smile on her face. “Are you here for a cup of coffee? They really know how to brew a good cup. Or is it my.