They were all silent in the Circle, deep in their respective thoughts. Perhaps not coincidentally, each of the other girls was trying to find a way to...induce the same behavior in their respective dads. They longed to see their men be as brazen; so horny and so caught up in the love affair with their daughters that they would risk anything to get their dicks inside them anywhere they could.Becky mistook the silence for some kind of judgment, instead, and was worried she had crossed a line. When she began to wonderabout the origin of the broth, she knew that she was on the path to recovery. Inani roused her early onemorning for the day?s march. The Professor ate her ration of soup- actuallyrelishing the chunks of meat that had simmered long with the spices andvegetables.? When she learned that thesoup had been made from the body of a soldier, she found herself oddly lackingin condemnation. The soldiers had after all deprived them of their homes andthreatened their very lives. One. While serving in the United States Air Force, I worked as a staff member in several command wide conference rooms. I was a classic REMF (Rear Echelon Mother-Fucker) with the privilege of sitting in on countless command level meetings and briefings. I happened to be at the 5th Air Force operations center the day the North Koreans took the USS Pueblo on January 23, 1968. It was a total cluster-fuck. We'd stripped our ground forces of virtually all our weapons to feed the war in Vietnam, and the. “Let’s go take a shower,” my mom said as I was recuperating.I followed my mom to the bathroom where she quickly got rid of her nightgown. She turned around, pulled down my stained boxers and dropped them in the laundry basket. At that point, I realized how my mom was still smoking hot. Her body was lean and relatively toned. Her breasts were average in size but firm and perky.She turned on the water and adjusted the temperature until it was very warm but still comfortable for both of us. Then.