Thanks for all of the editing advice and words of encouragement. Oh, and one more thing, the lyrics to the Ma Rainey and Bessie Smith tunes are NOT mi...e. I didn’t come up with them and I hold no legal rights to them. Chapter 8 Ste-Mere-Eglise, France, June 6, 1944 Daniel let out a heartfelt groan as he conjured the memory of his unexpected, albeit enthusiastic, first union with Justine. After that morning, everything had taken a turn for the worst. He’d behaved like an ass with both women —. I wasaware that I was lying on my back and that I appeared to be on somethingreasonably soft, probably a bed. Wincing at the bright white ceiling, Iwas sure I didn't recognise it, particularly the lampshade and certainlynot the quite ornate ceiling rose above it. Moving my eyes a little -even though it hurt to do so - I didn't recognise the wallpaper or thecurtains either. I came to the gradual conclusion that I just didn't knowthis room and I certainly didn't know why I was there.There were. They called it sixty-nine and the guy was able to eat the girl’s pussy while she sucked on his cock.I explained it to Jason and he said fuck let’s try doing it. I told him to get on his back on the bed with his head going that way. I got on the bed and straddled him going the other way staying on my hands and knees. His hard cock was right in my face and I slowly pushed my mouth down around it.I felt Jason using his hand to guide my cock into his mouth and he started sucking me the best he. There was a happy babble by the two of them that I totally enjoyed listening to; so different from the droning business-speak I’d been involved in all week.I relished the happy sounds of the two women, and in doing so I realized how empty my life had been before they became my girlfriends. I kind of felt like a man who’d been dying of thirst for a long time but didn’t know it, until he came upon an oasis and realized what he’d been missing.I frequented the kitchen as Elsa and Cindy put away the.