"...Navy damage control. Yes sir, I spent four years as a soundman on a boomer." He referred to the Navy term for a missile submarine.The director's e...es lit up. "I did a tour as an engineering officer," he said proudly, having found a connection. "Aboard a destroyer."Chuck grinned. "Skimmer," he said wistfully, referring again to a Navy term, this time for surface ships. "We had a word for your type of vessel."The director knew the joke. "Targets," he answered with a smile. Then he glanced at. I stick my tongue out as far as I can to get as much of your skin on it as possible, so that I can taste as much of you as possible. I close in on your asshole, and I begin licking it in slow, deliberate up and down strokes, with the top surface of my tongue on the up stroke, and the bottom surface on the down stroke. I lick and lap at your asshole as though I were licking an ice cream cone, savoring every singe pass of my tongue over your pretty, tight, pink little rim. After I have wet. I looked up at her red face and her eyes were tightly closed.I tried to breathe normally but the sight of my grand daughter standing before me in just her sky blue panties had taken away my ability to function properly. I stood there completely in awe at the sight of her beauty and her wiliness to share it with me. I had to force my eyesight to focus on the image of this goddess as the picture finally started to appear and a slight moan escaped out of my mouth.Her tender right hand was. At this point, the casual reader will doubtless be wondering how it is that Lake Wannacum enjoys such an open and enlightened attitude toward sex (the less casual reader will probably be wishing that I would get on with the explicit details of how my own mother took my virginity. To that reader, I would said only this: patience is a virtue!) The story of this quiet lake-side community begins in the early days of the nineteenth century, when Catholic immigrants returning from the West to the.