It is a Thought Piece THE CHILDREN OF THE SILENT GENERATION... (and for their children - so they will understand)Born in the 1930s and early 40s, we e...ist as a very special age cohort. We are the Silent Generation.We are the smallest number of children born since the early 1900s. We are the “last ones.”We are the last generation, climbing out of the depression, that can remember the winds of war and the impact of a world at war which rattled the structure of our daily lives for years.We are. I noticed something sort of powdery floating in the water, but I figuredit was just hard water. All I could think of was the excitement of thenight before and I wasn't worried about anything else. Immediately, Idrank all the water so we could move on with this evening.As soon as I finished, her tongue was in my mouth. When she pulled away,she looked me in the eye and said, "For the rest of the night, you willdo as I say. Understood?" I didn't think twice about it before noddingmy head. I. This thing between Mary and I - the subtleties was perfect. I presented my summary of the psychological and sociological mindset of a sexual submissive. And possibly I realized, the ‘rehabilitation’ of such tendencies.I had primary source materials at my fingertips. And other possibilities for background research. My advisor was enthusiastic about my suggested topic. Mary transformed from that moment on to Subject A.She never knew about her role changing with me, which probably is for the. She barely heard them, aware of their presence only as an audience to make what she was doing ever ruder. Her eyes were closed, her fingers working on her quim, her head full of the cool, squashy feeling of the pulp in her vagina and over her breasts. When a thick, soft cock was placed in her hands she instinctively began to tug at it, realising it belonged to Harold only when it had stiffened to impossible large proportions. By then she was close to orgasm that she didn`t care, but kept.