Dear Jack, January 30 th , 1942 When I read your letter, I cried. For me. For you. I have tried to forgive, but, I’m not there yet! Many of my co-wo...kers at the plant think I should drop you like a hot rock, letting you shack up with your nameless female stranger. Others have urged me to forgive you. ‘There’s a war that needs to be won.’ ‘After all, you were drunk and this hussy took advantage of you.’ I’m going to have to think about it. February 1 st , 1942 One of my co-workers, Jane was over. Kuch dino baad us ldke be muskan ko apne paas bulaya. Jo ki hyderabaad rahta tha. Muskaan chali gyi. Waha pahuch k usne muje btaya.Ab suno muskan ki jubaani M waha shaam ko pahuch kar use mili. Wo muje waha se hotel le gya. Humne dinner kiya or hum uske flat ki taraf chal diye. Gaadi m wo mere boobs dawa raha tha. Mene top or jeans pahann rakha tha. Muje kuch kuch hone lga tha. Mene apna haath uske lund k upar rakh diya . Or use dawaati rahi. Ab hum flat m pahuch gye. Or kiss krne lge. Wo mere. I was very close to cumming and put my head back as the jizz built up in my shaft, ready to burst out of the little slit in my dick.“Ahhhhh… mom, I’m cumming” I moaned as I shot out thick spurts of white, liquid cum all over mom’s face.“Ufff…” mom moaned, I wasn’t sure if it was from lust or from disgust. Streaks of cum dripped down her cheeks and her lips. I wiped eth cum on her lips with my thump and forced it inside her lips. Mom wrinkled her nose when she swallowed. “Idiot” she slapped my. I suppose my subconscious stereotyped him for his tidbits of wisdom he had never seemed to run out of and decided it would be natural to hear things in his voice.As I continued to look up at the stars, it felt like something inside me was drawing me towards them. Ever since witnessing a space shuttle launch from Cape Canaveral when I was little, I'd been fascinated by both them and by space. Over time it had kept me invested in technology and computers, led me to my degree in aerospace.