One of them hit a warehouse that, fortunately, was devoid of people. Fate was not so kind with the other one; it hit one of the enormous mess halls wi...h about 200 troops inside. Franny was about to go to lunch in that very mess hall when the alert was sounded. “Oh God, if it had not been for that last customer, I would be dead.”After the missile attack, Franny felt that life was too short, and she should live each day to its fullest. To her, that meant she should not be alone. She had learned. “That is my mother,” she said as she pointed to the person standing central in the group of nine women in overalls. “But I don’t known who that is, sorry.” “That is my aunt... Renee was her name. She passed away about five years ago. She was 93.” “Oh my goodness,” she exclaimed and placed her hand lightly upon my forearm. “Isn’t it a small world?” I agreed and asked her a few more questions about her mother but the name did not ring any bells when I recalled what little I knew of the war. I was going to ask if we could play a new game tomorrow.All the guys had fun fucking my sister’s upturned ass. Of course, they got mine yesterday so I knew what she felt. It hurt at first, but soon turned to excitable lust. As I watched her get ass fucked and I cleaned a cock, I dreamed of the day when I would be getting fucked again by other guys and then thought of watching my mom teaching class with a butt plug up her ass and no panties on. I hoped my thoughts were going to come true. That. "Out here, by the pool?"Marilyn looked around. "Why not? It's just you and me out here." With that she reached behind and untied the bikini top letting it fall away. Her tits were everything I had imagined and more. They were perfectly symmetrical and her nipples were just as perfect pointing straight ahead. From the looks of it I thought she was enjoying this a little more than she was letting on."Okay, start jerking it."I took my cock in my hand and began stroking while I stared at Marilyn's.