He couldn't believe this woman, his mother was capable of such, such vulgarity. His mother, the Sunday school teacher. His mother, the head of the PTA... His mother wouldn't do such a thing. He must be delirious from the fever. That was it. He was hallucinating the whole thing. But he could hear the slap of their bodies and see them fucking. It was real. Too real."Oh, Fuck, I'm cummmiiinnnggg," his mother finally groaned, digging her long, pink fingernails into Brad's ass."Me, Toooo," Brad. "He hunts subversives. He hunts down people like me and tosses them into the hands of torturers." How many subversives have you been successful in capturing on your own?" Kat asked Wolf."Six." See?" Why?" asked Kat."They were full of shit," said Wolf with a menacing growl."What made them full of shit?" asked Gretchen. "Because they wished to end the tyranny?" A couple raped their fellow revolutionaries," Wolf explained. "They both liked high spirited women like you, Gretchen. Two worked both. “My turn!” He thought as he approached the bed. He knelt near her head and rubbed his purple cock head around her lips.Trish turned her head towards him and opened her mouth. Mike slowly began to mouth fuck her. He reached behind her neck and pulled her closer as his meat disappeared down her willing throat. She looked very hot with her long earrings against her neck and her breasts heaving with the rhythm. Tiffany's oversensitivity disappeared as Mikes throbber slowly pumped in and out of her. I could not help but notice how thin I had become. The food shortages and stress of the past years had taken their toll on my young body. I certainly did not resemble the dewy and voluptuous French women that I had seen on soldiers’ postcards at the hospital. It had been days since I had last bathed and weeks since I had last washed my hair. I waited impatiently for the water to warm, anticipating the glorious sensation of properly clean skin. Soon the fire had heated the room, and I glanced.