If I’m gonna date, it’s gonna be you...”“But ... Am I unattractive? You haven’t tried...”“Not because you’re unattractive, for darned ...ure, Mimi. I want that to mean something. I know, I know ... physical act. I’m broken that way.”“I understand.”“Mimi, I played like that for years. I stopped. I had this one girl, she was gonna be it for me. I thought ... She was playing the game, too.”“I’m sorry,” I said. “You never told me about you before...”“Not much to tell.”“Prob’ly a better story than. "I fucking know I am" I laughed and allowed her to lead me to her flat.The spacious lounge was beautifully furnished in the modern style with unmatched chairs and sofas, oil paintings hung on the walls and a deep pile carpet covered the whole of the floor.One end of the room was given over completely to a bar, complete with old fashioned beer pumps and optics on the mirrored panel behind it,"Would you like me to shower Tommy?" she kissed my neck as I slipped an arm around her. That silence was more terrifying than any scream they could have made.Every day there were a half dozen raids like that. They struck troops moving along the road, troops taking breaks for meals, and troops in camp for the night. Each time, the first sign of warning was the pat pat of running feet hitting the ground. That was followed by the unmistakable sound made by rifles spitting out their deadly payload. No shouting. No yelling. No slogans. Just bang-bang-bang, followed by silence.He had. Also how I loved to suck his cock and swallow his cum. The covers were down to my waist and my tits bare as I heard the door to my bedroom open. The son walked in and said "I need to talk to you." He was looking at my bare tits so I took my time covering them up. I told him "Come sit down and talk." He then stood and got naked. "What are you doing?" I asked him. "I have watched my dad fuck you and now I am going to fuck you" he replied. He then pulled the covers off me so I was laying there.