He wasn't sure where it was, though he could barely see the water and the long beach of the coastline in the dark.Ephus racked his brain. The only thi...g he could come up with was the Normandy invasion. Damit, he thought, one of the bloodiest battles of WWII, me stuck near the beginning of it. Especially with that blood thirsty asshole Ares nearby.Into what little forest there was, Ephus took cover. So far, the techniques Epaphus had taught him were working, though with a stronger Ares would. ...” I stopped talking in mid-sentence when I finally noticed how Mandy was dressed, in a Christmas elf outfit that revealed more of her body than it concealed. Randy walked in just then and almost dropped the pitcher of spiked eggnog and the glasses that he was carrying. “Damn...grandma...you're fucking beautiful.” “Yeah...your father thought so too...but that was along time ago...when I was Julie's age and I really was beautiful.” Mandy walked over and took the tray from Randy and set it. She was an average health with cute looking pointed small boobs. My point of attraction was the two buds which she proudly displayed every now and then.In first few months though she came quite close to me, but an encounter of close variety never happened. And I remained thirsty for the water she had in her hidden prized possession. Then the time came when she was married off to a man staying in distance from us. And my dream remained a dream, or so I thought.Then one day everything changed. He asked, “Do you remember the pictures we took at the beach last summer?” “Yes,” she said. “There were some pictures of me in my two piece swim suit and some others of me wearing a tight t-shirt without a bra.” He said, “That’s them. I had the pictures in a drawer with some socks and t-shirts I rarely wear. I wanted one of those t-shirts yesterday and discovered the pictures are gone. My brother must have taken them, he has always been really hot for you.” She said, “Wow, I never realized he.