With a sigh of relief Katja finally realized the long day in the wastelands was truly over, and then with a broad grin on her face she got up to undre...s herself, slowly at first but quickly unable to muster the patience for a little self-striptease and basically ripping the clothes from her body. She threw everything over the chair, from her sweatshirt over the plain black tshirt to her jeans and the boyshorts she found so comfortable to wear because fuck those oh-so-sexy women’s underwear that. "After all, isn't it a natural act between a man and his wife? I don't care what other people think about this. I loved Thomas and that report would verify that."By 1917, the twins were wealthy. They lived and slept together. They had gotten over the deaths of their husbands but they fell into a funk when their birthdays or holidays came around. Although nearing thirty, they were still young and vibrant. When America entered the Great War, they jumped at the opportunity to serve at canteens. There were two rows of tables along the length of the mess hall, some of them occupied by soldiers, and a counter at the far end where a couple of cooks were serving food. They collected metal trays and waited in a short line, one of the cooks spooning bean soup into one of the recesses along with mashed potatoes and gravy, a couple of dinner rolls and what might have been turkey or chicken. To his surprise, Kaz didn’t get very much more than he did. The fleet must be rationing until they could. We looked at each other with sympathy and understanding of what we both had already been thru and of what was about to come. Then the part of our chairs that supported our head and necks were removed and our heads hung upside down like they were hanging off of a bed. We couldn't see each other's faces anymore. About thirty more naked black men then enter the room laughing to each other and each tugging on their enormous pricks. They then formed a large circle around the two of us this time with.