He had watched the ruins of buildings being rebuilt, almost in an unseemly haste, as if to purge the lingering scars of destruction from sight and the...efore, from memory. Mental scars could not be rebuilt or expunged from the mind so easily. Time was to be the only healer and that, not very successful in its efforts.Every year, the ever dwindling numbers of ex-service men, filed along the Mall in a proud march, to lay wreaths of poppies at the Cenotaph and pay their respects. Each with his own. Before Frank and I left, we were at my house. We were talking, and I found out this crush actually formed before I started my experiment."You are sure Ted is okay with this?" Frank asked."Yes, you certainly know how to pick your women. Even your own son finds her to be very attractive," I replied."No kidding, well, he knows how to pick his women too. His wife is quite a beauty herself," Frank let me know.I blushed a little bit, and laid down with him. I felt his hard cock, so he had for me. And another man cock had been thrust into my mouth, so I couldn't twist my head around to see.It was a smaller dog at least so he mounted me in the normal fashion. 'Haha,' I thought to myself. 'I'm being fucked by a dog and its normal.' Well, in my sex life it was normal. And it was becoming more normal by the dog.When the third dog mounted me Emma was busy getting a fourth dog ready. As soon as dog three finished with me, dog four was ready and dog five was receiving Emma's tender. "Festival is a one night rhapsody from reality. You saw his cock and you played with it; now suddenly you think you own it despite the rules of Festival: most anything goes and nothing counts. Not only do you forget the unwritten rule, you miss the obvious point. You have no clue who Yakhir is," Janina condescended.Davni would not be moved, "I certainly do." Not that anyone at the table believed her; score one for Janina.Yakhir felt he was watching two she vipers coiled and weaving. Each was.