“YOU GO GIRL!”Danny could feel things coming to a head in his loins when Janet stopped. She took her mouth off his penis them pulled him down to t...e ground. “I’ve been longing to do this ever since you knocked me over and stared at my pussy” she cried.The beautiful Janet Rivers then straddled Danny’s long shaft and slowly impaled her dripping vagina onto it. She took every inch of that cock her vagina could take. Danny was looking up at those conical tits and watched in awe as they danced. “Here, according to the rule laid down, I should stop; but I am so much in notion, that I could not if I would. I shall only add, however, that I got home without the least discovery, or suspicion of what had happened. I met my young ravisher several times after, whom I now passionately loved and who, though not of age to claim a small but independent fortune, would have married me; but as the accident that prevented it, and its consequences, which threw me on the public, contain matters too. Finally I managed to nail the fraud; it was a siphon off to a private bank account in Switzerland to the tune of a couple of millions. When I explained my findings, B was as startled as I had been and showed keen interest in the modus operandi and appreciated my shrewdness in tracking it down.She thanked me a lot and next we thought of countering the criminal with these evidences the next day. On that day she welcomed me personally at the front door, wearing a shocking red sari, an Indian robe. .. 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 exist 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.