She moaned and pressed her hands over mine tightly. I felt and massaged her soft breasts softly. She uttered slight gasps as I lowered my lips to kiss...her again. This time I took her lower lip into my teeth and nibbled at it. Meanwhile my hands were busy unhooking her blouse. I was struggling with the last hook with which she helped free it off her body. I stripped her blouse off and moved lower. I broke off the kiss and untied the knot on her skirt. She crouched her legs up helping me strip it. A Silver Star topped the two rows of miniature medals. Jake was most surprised that Tiny had served in the 173rd Airborne Brigade in Vietnam. He must have done at least three tours judging by the number of stars on his campaign ribbon.There were five or six 8x10 photographs in black metal frames arranged on the wall around the shadowbox. Jake was particularly impressed with the photo of a slimmer, more muscular Tiny carrying a 81mm mortar. He had the tube over his shoulder, the bipod and sights. " By the way," he added, as he picked up the familiar envelope and shoved it in his jacket pocket, where it seemed to burn and send currents to his already excited dick, "I recognized your blouse."Looking a bit sheepish she said, "I didn't even think of that." Honestly, though, if it wasn't for the buttons, I would have remained clueless." My sister made them. She also made the blouse for me."Smiling, he asked about her family and they spent the rest of the time pleasantly sharing and getting. The dad continued "I told her I wanted nothing more than a woman bred for the use of sex. She then said all I needed to do was to was become her servant. To fuck the girls she wanted me to. I quickly agreed." By this time the redheaded girl could see her fathers bulge building up, and she could not understand why he looked at her like he did. He then continued, "The woman took me to the basement where I heard crying and laughing. There tied to a table, was your mother. She had lied about her.