.. "Good morning, Dave," she whispered."Shae," he began, fumbling for words. "I didn't ... well, I mean you shouldn't..." Nonsense, Dave," she broke i.... "You needed to cry for her. She deserved it." But, I shouldn't..." Nonsense," she repeated. "Eve and I could tell you were holding it in, and you had every right to cry. Dave, I was crying right along with you. She must have been wonderful; Dave, I'm sorry I never met her. What a lucky woman she was!" Lucky?" he said sorrowfully. "When it ended. He could see the course of the river making its lazy meanders through the valley bottom and if he really strained, he could hear the hum of bees and the faint barking of a dog from the village below. It was thus he could insulate himself from the terror and madness around him. As he watched across the barren stretch of no-man's-land, he wondered if there, some German boy was picturing his home in Saxony or Bavaria in a vain attempt to keep a grasp on his own sanity.The guns snarled and. ” He moved over and pat the bed where he had been sitting, where she leaned back onto a huge pile of pillows he had propped there. He placed a hand under each tan lined buttock, lifted and spread her, and plunged his tongue into her snatch. She groaned and gasped in delight, as he spent a good ten or fifteen minutes making a meal of her. He understood fully his daughter’s fondness of her fruity tasting secretions. While teasing her pebble like clitoris with the tip of his tongue, he. The sound of the basement door drew everyone’s attention. Caroline’s head spun around so quick I could hear her long red braid slap against the side of the chair. “Is that your grandma with some cookies?” Caroline asked excitedly, I might have imagined it but I would’ve sworn she was drooling. Most of our hangouts took place in the basement of my grandparents’ house, so my friends were very familiar with my grandmother’s tendency for baking.“Oooh, I hope they’re peanut butter,” George called.