“My modesty, of course!” I insisted as I clutched the skirts to my waist.“You swam as nature made you outside without modesty last night, did yo... not?” she asked and when I nodded she pointed out that the skirts would only get dirty and torn. “You’ll move a lot quicker if the strap connects directly with your buttocks in any case,” she insisted.I protested but Madame told me that if I did not want to receive the strap then and there in the center of the main house for all to see that I should. We saved tin foil and poured fat into tin cans for the war effort.We collected scrap iron and old clothing to support the troops.We hand mixed ‘white stuff’ with ‘yellow stuff’ to make fake butter.We saw cars up on blocks because tires weren’t available.We can remember milk being delivered to our house early in the morning and placed in the “milk box” on the porch. [A friend’s mother delivered milk in a horse drawn cart.]We are the last to hear Roosevelt ‘s radio “fireside chat” assurances and. Y toilets, there was no one about, so we went in, and without a word we hungrily started kissing each other, it was very sexy and i was so turned on and soaking wet, I moved my hand down and felt his extremely hard, rather large cock ( something that the big bulge in his trousers had indicated on the bus) through his trousers, I started to undo his zipper, slipping my hand in and cupping his balls, I murmured with delight as he drew in me in and found his way into my knickers, gently pushing. Well, throw the rest of this out, are we?" Heavens no," I replied. "Why would we do that? Some foods only get better the more times you heat them up." Mmm ... at our house, my, ahhh, husband ... well, he makes me throw out, you know, any food we don't eat ... once it's been served," Jhoni explained, seeming slightly embarrassed at her revelation. "So, do we put the, mmm ... leftovers in anything, well, special? Or, do we just ... you know, close them up and, ahhh, put them in your fridge?" Just.