Even for hardened soldiers, they were shocked.All the monks and nuns were naked. Apart from the stained glass windows there was no Christian symbolism...anywhere in the chapel. The altar was adorned with effigies of Venus and Zeus, both copulating with various partners in a variety of poses. The Abbot was tied down to that altar. The Abbess was riding him. Another nun was pressing her private parts on his mouth.There were four small pillars dedicated to Priapus. Each had erect penises that could. Her trim waist and round hips were maddening. I forgot that her husband was in the room. I pulled down the skimpy thong and admired her shaved pubic mound. I lowered my head so as to lick her pussy lips and to let my tongue play with her bulbous clit. More moans. Her juices were running down her thighs. I smelled her sex and lapped at her juices. Anne bent over to share a deep French kiss with me.“You taste just like pussy, Ronnie,” she cooed.Anne moved over to the bed and assumed a doggy. Never before had unvarnished images of such a brutal war been transmitted almost instantly to the people huddled in front of their home-fires like this. A young girl screaming and running while dripping in flaps of skin and Napalm was an image that would still resonate even decades later. This is also true of the up-close execution of an “alleged” spy with a pistol to his head and his brains spilling out the other side. These images played a huge role in altering America’s view of the war.. “Do you know what?” said Dan. “I can’t bring myself to do it. You’re already so thrashed and you don’t even know it. Any little bit of hurt I could give you is nothing compared to what’s coming your way. You picked the wrong girl when you decided to mess with Bec.”Lance was looking confused.Dan looked at me. “Where do you want him?”I stood up. “Why don’t you come and sit on the bed, Lance? I have a few things to say.”Dan gave Lance a little push and then escorted him to the bed. A heavy hand on.