If the opportunity presents itself, I may have a "reunion".About Little Bostown: I may have been a little more graphic than the times warranted. I'm n...t an expert on such areas. If there is a call for it, I can provide an explanation for why conditions are the way they are.But know: The Little Bostown, burlesque, etc. story line will be for a limited time only. I do not like writing dark.---Warning: Beginning of Political Spiel---Explanations: This is a time, 1960, and a place, the city before. Collins came to see me. The pain of my loss and my failure came back. She tried to ease my mental pain.“Good morning Robert, I’m Mary Collins, John’s wife. I was visited by a nurse that treated you in Afghanistan, and she told me what you did for John to try and save him. I wanted you to know that I talked to the doctor that tried to revive John, and he said that John should have died immediately from his wound. It went through a lung and into his heart. Nothing you could have done would have. Donna rested her head on the bed, her mouth clinging to his cock, letting her son fuck in as if her mouth were her cunt. She gurgled and whimpered, her tongue in constant licking motions. She twisted her naked ass against the bed, ha cunt seeping so much she could feel the fuck juices slipping along the crack of her ass. Squeezing at his ass underneath his shorts, she sobbed with cocksucking ecstasy. Her eyes closed as she savored the pissy taste of him. His balls were very hot as she smashed. I for one do not desire the punishment she can mete out.”Down the hallway in the bedroom Elenor froze at the sudden sound, looking at Roy she could see that he had tensed up. Floating toward the door Roy was about to reach for the doorknob when the Nanny flung the door open.Growling Roy admonished the now opened mouthed woman, “Have you no shame, woman! Interrupting a moment of passion as you have! Be gone with you or suffer the consequences!”The Nanny could only shake her head at the.