Maybe friends did it for each other? In the late spring/early summer of 1915, the war started in earnest. The losses on both sides were dreadful. Ruth...and I increased our letter writing to about one every two weeks. About this time I realised that I was in difficultiesI could no longer separate my wonderful world of fantasy from stark reality? Something needed to be done and quickly because I had no intention of ending up in Bedlam.In a fit of panic, I tore down all the pages pasted on the wall. He did that a couple times and then another inch and kept doing this until he had most of it in. My wife seemed to be enjoying it but was definitely more than she had taken before. Once he got it all the way in he started working it slow at first to get her use to it and then he grabbed her hits and said, "Now you're ready for the fucking of your life."He started pounding his 10 inche boner as hard and fast as he could. My wife screamed, over and over again, "Oh my god! Oh my god! That feels so. I knew how to shoot. I went to war. Killing a jap was the same as killing a squirrel. I sent all of my money home to my ‘wife.’ Small lie. I didn’t care. Shoot me! I killed Japs on Guadalcanal. And on Iwo. And on Guam. Yeah, Guam. That’s where I lost my foot. I recuperated. I did something called therapy. I got a, well, what they called a prosthesis. I came home crying and hurting. Cindy took me to her bed and loved me. It was bittersweet. Her tender touches and the lingering, sometimes phantom. “Peace and quiet?” he taunted. “No fuckin’ way!” We all relaxed on the shore. Someone opened up several bottles of chilled Prosecco sparkling wine, and we drank and talked. As the morning wore on, I noticed several couples stroking and petting. Gradually the activities grew more and more overtly sexual. A blonde girl named Sandra was talking to Juan-Carlos. She got on her knees and straddled his waist, sitting directly on his cock. I don’t think he was in her, but she rocked gently as they.