He had sprinklings of hair on his chest, too. He wasn’t too muscled or too skinny. He was big but not fat. I started to breath heavier and looked in...o his eyes. They burned into me as he watched me watch him. His hand had stopped caressing my back and just lay there. I stared at his face and he licked his lips. I could feel my wetness and squeezed my thighs together. The corner of his mouth lifted in amusement. Damn him, he knew what he was doing to me! His hand began to caress my back again. My mother wasthere by my side. I was even too weak to raise my arms and hug her. Itwas she who took me in her arms and held me close and tight. Now sixyears later I was finally remembering it all and dealing with it like Ishould have long ago.I came aware of my immediate surroundings once again as I felt a handwiping away my silent tears. I opened my eyes and there was Sylviasmiling, but with a look of concern in her eyes.I smiled back and said, "Oh, I was just remembering that time I. We got more closer, and our bodies were rubbing against each other.I kept sucking and eating her juicy lips. Those lips were so delicious that it became impossible for me to let go. We started kissing each other madly. I kept biting her lower lips. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and started exploring. She, too, started biting my lips.Meanwhile, my hands started caressing all over her back and sides, sliding down to her hips. She started hugging me more tightly and started climbing over me to. I notice that he walked with a limp. I put a round through the gas can and told him to drop. Instead the dumb shit reached behind his waist and pulled out what appeared to be a U. S. Army 1911 pistol He was raising it to take a bead on me so I shot him in the shoulder that the gun arm was attached to. It spun him around and dropped him in a pool of gasoline. It was a good thing I was running .38s instead of hot loads or I would have torn his arm clean off. I was tempted to warm him up with a.