I miss our nice dinners together, our tv time, and our special alone time. Today I was missing the special alone time extra. I can't begin to tell you...how horny I was. I still went about my daily routine and went to class like usual. I got to the end of the day and went to my class in the big lecture hall. As I walked in, I noticed my clit was extremely sensitive. I went to sit down and when I pushed my legs closer together my thong rubbed against my clit. All I could say was, "Oh my god, that. Too bad there really wasn’t a Matucket Firearms Corporation, either with or without a Machine Gun Division.The PTSD was still simmering at a low level, and from what Grandpa told me, might do so the rest of my life. The question wasn’t whether you would get PTSD, just how bad and in what form. Mine seemed to be at a relatively low level and was mostly my survivor’s guilt and depression over losing my guys. I wasn’t planning to off myself, but at times, especially when I was by myself, I got to. We are going to see our good name sullied. We are going to be called some pretty awful things. We are going to want to take revenge, but Sylvia did not believe in revenge for the sake of revenge. Revenge had to produce a lasting positive outcome or she would not sanction it." So we will swallow our pride and answer their questions and try to protect each other. It is what she would want." Andrew stepped aside.From the front row a man walking with a cane and fresh bandages on his face stood and. He invited me to sit down on the couch in the living room and he quickly stripped out of his clothes exposing a very nice looking 6" penis with moderate greying pubic hair. He moved to stand directly in front of me as I sat on the couch, I got the feeling he was inviting me to begin. I told him that I was nervous and it was my first time, but as I was stating that my hand reached out and began fondling him. I couldn't believe I was actually touching another mans penis. After stroking his penis.