We are the same age, and same build. We also look very similar, apart from my red hair." I paused, frightened to say the next sentence. Jane waited ex...ectantly. I continued to practice the words in my head. Eventually I said very softly, "Why don't you.... I mean why not...." Oh god this was hard. I tried again, "Why don't you seduce me?" I gulped before continuing, "And pretend I am Helen. Would that help?" Jane eyes shot wide in astonishment. "Seduce you? You have to be k**ding?" she said. The symmetry, the curve of the pubic shape, the pouting lips, and the exposed folds of her womanhood were perfect. I could see what she meant by all of her reasons. It was so beautiful that I wanted to touch it, not for sexual reasons, but for the same reason you want to touch a painting, or a sparkling piece of jewelry. She had left a small close cut line of hair at the very top of her vulva in the shape of a small upside down triangle. This was actually a nice accent to its appearance. It. Alisonswallowed and licked around Bob’s cock. She pulledherself off and continued licking along its lengthuntil he was clean, then threw her head back and lookedup at him with a devilishly happy face, smiling andsmacking her lips. “Didn’t spill a drop,” she saidproudly.“You were truly great,” he replied, touching her hair.She returned her head to his lap as he petted her. (17)After a few minutes, Alison stood up, poured a littlewine,. "Bun, c'mon, we have time yet. What's the rush?" Her temper roiled, her tears welled, but, he did not see them, as usual marching ahead of her.He never saw nor talked to Bunny again the final 4 years of his life.His mother requested that his remains be brought back to Kansas for internment. She'd kept his c***dhood home immaculate and ready for that day when he'd leave the Corp. and return.The Pyles accompanied the casket back and on an oppressively humid Kansas day his Sergeant was laid to.