Warheads. RV's. In Wyoming. I was reading Ghandi and A.J. Muste at the time, so I thought a lot about my place in all this. Then, around the time Mart...n Luther King got shot, I got sent to Viet-Nam." "I was loading napalm canisters on these prop planes. Yeah, we used prop planes in Viet-Nam. A-47 SkyRaiders. We called them Spads after World War1 fighter planes. It turns out that jets are too fast to deliver napalm from the sky, never hit the target, and the choppers weren't really designed to. Joanna took my hand in hers and led me towards the bedroom, as she began to kiss me, I undid her skirt an she wiggled it to the floor, her stockings, suspenders and panties were a sight to behold, her cock pull backwards so not to give a bulge any bigger than it had to be.We dropped to the bed, my cock by now out and in Jo's hands, hands that were experienced and very, very giving, As I unbuttoned Jo's blouse, her breasts were heaving, I wanted to kiss and touch them, Jo helped by removing her. I'm no monster cocksman but I've nothing to be ashamed of. She had my seven inches down her throat before I knew what was happening. She pulled off again and said, "Go ahead, just fuck my throat." She swallowed me entirely, again.I held her head and started pumping into her throat. She was hot, tight and warm and she clamped her lips onto my cock like a vise. I knew I would not last long like this, and in a few minutes I blew my first load down her throat. I don't even think she could taste my. Isabella said "Yes, I am." Hello. My name is Austin." He said, smiling at her."Nice to meet you, I'm Isabella." She replied.Isabella let Austin into her house. She planned on drawing him.He asked, "Okay if take my shirt off?"She said, "By all means."She watched as Austin began unbuttoning his shirt. Once the shirt off, Isabella was just amazed by his body. He had lean, but-not-too-muscular arms, six-pack stomach, and medium-sized hands."How about you stand by that window over there?" Isabella.