Write to me when you can.Fond regards,Diane*****Tommy read Diane's letter again after he finished packing Lefty's and Jimmy's things to send home to t...eir parents. Everything but the pin-ups. Someone in the barracks would want them. He polished his dress shoes again. He would be in no mood to deal with them in the morning before the memorial service.*****Dear Diane,I also pray for this terrible war to end. A bomber and a fighter airplane did not return from the last mission. We suffered. He didn’t even have a beer belly, or much in the way of love handles. She would just climb on top of him and ride him like a rodeo bronc, he knew. He realized that in his mind he’d already accepted it. If that’s what she really wanted...That gave him some thought, though. Did she want this just for his father, or did she want some of it for herself, too? Was she wondering, after fucking him, what it would be like to fuck somebody else? And so what if she was, he thought ... he’d wondered what. He was the one who caught me!"But I'm not going to tell Mom and Dad, don't worry about that," he finished."You're not?" I asked unbelievingly. Michael and I had always had a rocky relationship, with me being the girl of the family and him being older than me, there was always a competition for our parent's affection and attention. To learn that he knew this terrible secret and wasn't going to use it against me was almost too good to be true!"No, I'm not," he said. "Why not?" I asked, now. My tongue continuously slipped from her clit into her gaped hole as she rode my face. She grabbed my hair pulling me even deeper into here lips. I was having a hard time breathing, as she was riding my face so hard. The blindfold shifted and with one eye I could see her boobs bouncing on her chest. Her face looking towards the ceiling she yelled, “Yes, yes, just like that” and I felt her contractions around my tongue. Another load slid out of her, filling my mouth only half this time..