I still have things to do in this world.The profile asks about pets, but it wont accept my honest answer. I’ll call my husband John, John was very a...tached to our pet Amy. She was a rescue, and felt such comfort with him, they bonded right after we decided to keep her. She was affectionate to me, but she really loved John, unzipping his fly and fellating him at any and all possible moments. I don’t have a penis, but if her cock-sucking was anywhere near as good as her cunt-lapping, well I could. Wow! I was in heaven, that booty got bigger and the dress got higher as she was reaching for her bag. Soon she got her bag and smiled again and went to the door of the house and opened it wide then I realised that her back seats had 2 suitcases on top of each other and that her boot was full of boxes. I was full of joy, the thought of a sexy woman living across my house. She started moving the boxes and looked as if they were heavy as she was huffing and puffing then was attempting to pull out. I was getting pretty drunk or I would never have made a comment about her, but I was getting aroused talking about those other women, and I thought Betsy was sexier than all of them.In my stupor, I heard myself saying, “Yes, Clark, we have seen some lovely ladies today, but none of them can hold a candle to Betsy.”Clark was obviously drunk as well and said, “Thanks a lot, Ed. I think she’s pretty hot too. I know that a lot of men stare at her whenever we’re out together, and I’ve even caught. 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 also the last to remember ration books for everything from gas to sugar to lard to shoes to stoves.We saved tin foil and poured fat into tin cans for the war effort.We collected scrap iron and old clothing to support.