It happens, we grieve, we get over it. Now, for dinner on Friday, do you want real food or should I order in a pizza?"You can never have too much pizz.... What time should I come over?" Whenever you want but I'll plan to have the pizza delivered at six, OK?" See ya Friday, Mrs. James."The first thing I noticed when she opened the door was that she looked a little older and very tired. I guess grief does that to a person. But she wasn't all weepy or anything; she had a big smile on her face and. He moved his finger in and out then without care added another finger. He continued till he had all four fingers in the hole and broke the skin protecting it. The men had no care of the pain as the women were here to breed. Tasha needed to be readied to accept the cock of the man chosen for her. The man would not have to waste time with a virgin. Next the uncle with the smallest cock was summoned to mount Tasha and enter her hole. He would fuck her but not cum in her cunt. He was just to. That was just a week away. I had not received a letter from her yet. She explained to me, one night when I had called her that she had been busy and just did not have time yet but she would write.As the days approached, they got longer. I had no idea when I joined they would close down for Christmas and would let us take a couple of weeks leave but I knew it was for the Drill Instructors and the other staff on post. Which was a great idea to me, "being in the Army one month and I get to go. Nothing finer than having my cock sucked and watching my sexy wife scrape another pussy bare.“Oh my, those clippers are wicked. They vibrate quite a lot,” said Tam reaching out and grabbing at them to stop them.My cocked slipped from Wren’s mouth. “Damn, I was going to bring that crappy menthol shaving cream.” She laughed, as my cock slid right back in, sliding part way down her throat.“What?” Tam asked.“Wren has menthol shave cream that she likes to use on her legs. When I shaved her the first.