I rolled out of bed, put on some sleep pants and a t-shirt, and walked out to the kitchen. Kelsey was at the stove frying up the bacon in one of my l...ng t-shirts. I sat there for a minute admiring her figure until she finally noticed me looking at her. “I hope you don’t mind, I didn’t really pack anything to sleep in so I just took one of your shirts from the laundry room.” I smiled back “not at all, it looks better on you anyways.” She smiled and asked me how I liked my bacon. We ate. "Mom," she called out. "Supper is ready." Coming, Dear," the near-invalid called out as she directed her wheelchair into the kitchen in the small, two-bedroom house on the outskirts of Nashville."Meatloaf," Charlotte began, but was interrupted by her mother."Oh, I know, Charlie. I've been smelling it, and it certainly does smell wonderful." Well, it should. It's your recipe that you taught me when I was a teenager." Seems like yesterday," Ada responded as she managed to get to her feet to walk. This incident was sometime during 1964 when the silly "war" was not yet in full bloom. The Marines flew sorties constantly in support of the South Vietnamese ground troops and artillery. We were also charged with spotting for a few sorties by either the U.S. Air Force or the Navy. A heavy troop concentration received a few canisters of smoke as a calling card and some very slow but extremely accurate P-51 Mustangs would lay in their devastating load.Sometimes we were just fishing. Other times. Her glittery turquoise lingerie sparkled and made her eyes shine. We stood there looking at each other for a little while before she slid her arms around my neck and pulled me close. That first kiss was electrifying, and I could hear her moan into my mouth.As we kissed, I could feel myself getting hard, I wasn’t the only one. Her panties seemed to bulge and press against me, which only seemed to turn me on even more. I slid my hand down between her legs, feeling her bulge in my hand.She pulled.