I set my sight out for a BTR-3 firing my laser guided round onto the lightly armored wheeled combat vehicle. The BTR-3 blew up in a massive fireball s...ewing out sizzling hot metal around the battlefield. Enemy ground troops started to fire their rifles madly at my Leopard tank, squeezing the trigger of my joystick. I let the 50 caliber machinegun rip a group of three enemy soldiers in a medium sustained burst. ‘Infantry, disembark and engaged enemy ground troops!’ Not wanting a surprise ambush. I gasped and moaned as I pumped so much passion into her. She stared down at me, her blue eyes glassy.Then her pussy went wild about my dick. She moaned out in wordless passion, a song of such gorgeous rapture. Her cunt convulsed about my shaft. She milked my girl-cock. Her spasming flesh sucked at me, pulling more of my jizz from my ovaries.“Oh, Gods, Kora,” I moaned. “I love being a part of your family.”“Yes!” she whimpered, her face contorting in bliss. I understood, rapture bathed my mind. Coffee at eleven tomorrow?" Why not?"*****************"He's such a darling. I can't wait until he's living with me all the time.I'm glad he's shy about telling his parents about me. That could avoidcomplications," thought Francine.******************The agreed Monday came. In the meantime we had been to the movies and mettwice more for coffee and lunch. I felt like I had a real girlfriend butdared not make any move which might break the spell. I moved in with herand took up my less than arduous. Gruff, obnoxious, abrasive, dear, sweet, lovely Max... Max of theblistering keyboard solo. Max, the obstinate keeper of stone-agesynthesizer technology, who could somehow coax the voices of angels froma mountain of arcane sliders, knobs, patch-cords and switches. Max, thehard-core biker with the heart of a poet, Max, who would threaten to ripa guy's head off to protect me, and spend his Saturday protecting babybirds... Max. Gone.It was too much to take. For a while, neither of us spoke; we.