She hissed and made him step back for only a moment."This one might be fun to keep alive a bit longer than the other one," he said. His hand trailed d...wn her front and over the swell of her breasts. "She's somewhat attractive, for a monster." Don't you dare touch her!" Broadway raged, his eyes glowing with white hot fury.The Quarrymen just laughed at his outburst."I think it might be fun to make him watch while we get to know his girlfriend better," said the one still touching Angela. She tried. I didn't waste too much time searching as I wanted to spend sometime with Tammy in the shower. You know, so I could lick her dry andstuff like that. It's so much fun giving a girl a blowjob with the waterdripping down her tummy. Or soaping up her whole body and scrubbing withthe wash scrubby. I love the smells of the soaps that we girls get touse.And Tammy did me as well. I feel so clean when someone helps me in theshower. After we'd patted ourselves dry, I showed Tammy the dance clotheswe were. The Japanese had their “comfort girls” in WWII and the US Navy had Olongapo during the Viet Nam war from ‘66 to ‘74.The intervals between my letters home were in proportion to the heat of the war. After 18 hours on the flight deck and a prospect of six hours off duty before doing it again left little time to write or make a recording. We had no email or Skype in 1968. I cannot deny my correspondence to my wife and kids was not what it should have been. Whether that was a factor in what happened. I began to run my fingers through her patch, going ever lower with each pass…soon feeling the upper reaches of her vaginal furrow. “You need to take the rest of your clothes off and lie down with me,” she ordered. I complied like a dutiful son then we took each other in our arms and reclined together. I was face to face with her…she looked so much younger this day with a little more than normal makeup and a new hair-do. I had one arm around her with one hand on her shoulder and the other.