. He stammered a little..."Uh....you mean pizza? Yeah...sure...." Good. thhe tough guy was off his game, we had the advantage.Betty and I brought ...ut more pizza, served some soda....made some polite talk....and after a few rounds, met in the kitchen. Betty looked at me...and said what we were both thinking.... "Are you as turned on as I am...those boys are all virgins! We could be there first..." I looked at her....I couldn't do much...one of them was my son for cryin' out loud!!! But. I remembered that it was a time of great sadness despite the fact there was a sense of celebration in the air at the final curtain on the death and destruction of the terrible war between brothers, neighbors and sovereign states of this great Union.Lots of folks on both sides of the conflict would be quick to blame the whole affair on the nasty business of slavery.I have to admit that I wasn’t one of those simple-minded citizens that relegated the sobering consequences of the struggle to that. The men started grasping at my shirt. They could see my nipples poking out. One reached underneath and ripped off my swim top. Another grabbed the shirt on both sides of the buttons and tore it off. I was exposed up top. Several of the guys behind me, unaware to me had ejaculated on my ass of my shorts. I have to admit I had a hot round, firm ass. I had never been fucked in it and wanted it to stay that way. One guy in broken English told me he had a deal for me. They raised me up. At first she hadn't believed that it was happening, but she found out soon enough that John was not joking. That night she had been driven by limo to a house on the outskirts of town and she had gone inside to find three men who greeted her with comments like, "If she fucks as good as she looks, we will get our moneys worth" and "Where in the world did John find a good looking bitch like you?"The three men had kept her until three o'clock the next afternoon and the sad part, as far as she was.