No matter how much you try to make them forget, no matter how much of the past you try to destroy, it will always be there and there are some who know...that. Those are the people in rotting houses only a story or two high struggling through life with no resources and no ‘modern technology’. These are the people who know how beautiful life can be, how soft a birds chirp can sound, just how green Spring grass is and how aromatic budding flowers are. None of this matters now, does it? We’ve. ’ He lifted her face to his, stared at her for a moment, then kissed her. She was soft in his arms. He rubbed his hands over her shoulders and back to calm her, sliding his lips against hers. He knew she’d just been through a shock, but couldn’t help but tease her lips with his tongue. When she parted her lips, he groaned and stomped on the urge to roll her over on the grass. Willow sighed and leaned into him, her tongue meeting his and savoring his taste. He smelled like she imagined he would,. . four... three... two... one."When Major Mitchell got to one, the expression on my face went from blank to a look of puzzlement. I looked around the room as if I wondered how I got there but after a moment I seemed to be all right.As I picked up a book that was lying on the desk, Major Mitchell got up and walked to the door on the back wall that went into the back room. The Major opened the door then turned to me and said, "Star Kitten."My face went blank again. Major Mitchell said, "Pamela,. I want to make out with him like hungry horny teenagers. Deep French kisses and heavy petting until we're both all worked up and needing to cum.It should be easy to make him bend to my will when I whisper the lewd things I want to do to him in that sexy breathy voice so softly in his ear. I'll take his perfect cock in my left hand and softly stroke it while using the fingers of my right hand to caress his balls and slowly head for my target. With my lubricated fingers I'll gently start playing.