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 m...lk in a horse drawn cart.]We are the last to hear Roosevelt ‘s radio “fireside chat” assurances and to see gold stars in the front windows of our grieving neighbors.We can also remember the parades on August 15, 1945; VJ Day.We saw the ‘boys’ home from the war, build their Cape Cod style houses, some pouring their cellar, tar papering it over and. But it was my finger, idly circling my now hard nipple.Groaning I tossed the book aside. Lying down on the bed I closed my eyes. Slowly I let my hand run over my naked body. My skin felt soft to the touch, still wet were my long wet hair had been.What did he see in me? Even with my slender hands I could cover my small tits. Which I did now. The warmth of my palms against my sensitive nipples. I rubbed them, let my hands travel further down. All over my flat stomach, slow, tentative. Further. Then it happened. As her pussy came, she began to literally squirt and leak cum out of her pussy. She was horrified and embarrassed, not really understanding what was happening to her, but at the same time unable to stop it.Vera for her part was beside herself, never before considering that Sandra was a "squirter". Watching the girl cum all over her hands while she fucked the vibrator into her drenched pussy was more than Vera could take and she knew her own eventual orgasm was going to be. It hardly needs to bementioned that, in defining such meanings and values, those who do so doso according to their own purposes. Men have defined women as providersof pleasure, as domestic servants, and as bodies upon whom they may begetchildren?usually, in this order. To hear men tell it, women have breastsprimarily for men's benefit, as means by which to provide them withpleasure, and only secondarily to suckle infants. Likewise, women'svaginas are not for the purpose?at least, not.