In the beginning he had driven until he found a quiet place to stop. Then he had gone into the back of the van, stripped and stood over her, his erect...on sticking out away from his body, waving it around at her; her eyes following it, fear in them. He then enjoyed the girl he had there; enjoyed her several times. As he lay on top of her, thrusting into her, looking into her eyes, he could still see hope in the beginning. She had tried closing her eyes the first time but she learned to keep them. He came home late. They sat opposite each other at the table to eat. The small television delivered an endless reel of news. More bombs. More security checks. More death. Lia looked at her father’s worn face. He wasn’t old but age was a mere number; too basic to ever explain everything he’d been through.“Do you think it’ll ever end?” she asked.He glanced up at her. They didn’t usually talk about the war. It seemed everything to be said had already been said and the times when he’d try to. I applied it to the very tip, and then slowly pulled my skin back. Then, I moved the skin backwards and forwards as my left hand found my ass hole and tucked a finger deep inside.This was great. I was workingmyself off, in the middle of the sand, at the beach, strangers watching, my tiny g-string now dropped totally to the floor. But that was enough for now. I didn’t want to start the day in a police van. I had plenty more showing off to do.I kinda hoped they’d come over and invite me, but they. As she removed the blouse, shetossed the useless garment over to her soon to be newblack lover. The now not so timid wife unzipped her skirt, lettingit fall around her trim ankles. Traci was clothed onlyin her sheer bra, panties and her sexy high heels. Theblonde beauty reached behind her back and unsnapped thebra. She cupped her hands over her bare breasts beforeturning back around to face the older black man. Tracismiled that sweet innocent smile of hers that wouldmelt any man’s heart.