And being lonely. I was amazed at how similar the story of her marriage was to those of her friends. Why any red-blooded male would leave these four w...men to their own devices and not at least attempt to keep them well-fucked was beyond me.It was early in the afternoon when Martha turned to me and asked, "Tom, do you think I'm attractive." Well, no, ma'am. You're way to pretty to just be attractive. You're... well, you're sexy and beautiful and very desirable."She smiled and asked coquettishly,. He was so persuasive and she so naïve that soon all of the boys in the cabin who could get hard were pushing their little peckers in her pussy every night. That meant she was getting six to eight loads of sperm every day, including his. She thought it was fun and that they were cute as they moved their hard little shafts inside her. Every night she felt many little spurts before the counselor told her how much he enjoyed putting his in last, feeling what the others had left there.That happened. The enemy treated the snakes, especially those prettily colored copper heads and corals, with total contempt. Therefore, it was possible that more of the enemy died of snake bite than from our bullets. Not only that, we captured men with horrible cases of skin damage from poison ivy. There were even some fools who died from chewing the poison ivy leaves, thinking that they were mint, or some such. A few men died in quick sand, but that stuff is easier to escape from than most people realize,. My tongue merely lapped up the slick offering. I spread my fingers wide and pressed him to my lips, tenderly kissing and tonguing the length of him. His fingers laced into my hair and I smiled, he wanted this as much as I did. As I kissed and licked back towards the tip, my right hand grasped the root more firmly. The last kiss never ended, I just allowed my lips to part and the head to slide between them. Edward moaned and I hummed, the joint melody like in the opening bars of a marvelous.