My Tim and I were inseparable, that was until the war. He was a military man, you see.’ Pulling out a worn picture and a piece of very worn, almost ...loth like, paper. ‘Oh, wow! He is simply handsome.’ First noticing his jet black hair and cool blue eyes. I ask, handing the picture back, ‘He was a military man?’ ‘Yes, he died a few years into the war. He died a hero, so they tell me. That was my Tim, always charging in to save the day, guns blazing.’ Watching the waitress clutch the photo to. Not your big city, rotting buildings, bums sleeping in the street slum. It's your residential, old cars rusting by the houses, tired lawns competing with peeling paint and kid's abandoned toys on the dying grass kind of slum.A teen-aged girl walks past, in shorts despite the cool day. She's maybe twelve, but has nice tits and a hell of an ass. Muscles smiles over at me."Twelve will get ya twenty," she says with a leer.I put up my hands in defense."Hey, I wasn't gonna fuck her. I was just. .. but only sometimes. Only when they're married. My husband is dead. And I am not married to you, so my people would say that letting you touch me is wrong. But I want to feel that ... like before." She lowered her eyes. "It made me feel ... good."Badger Claw thought about that. "I say this," he said. "I won you in a fight. My people would say I own you, and that you have to do as I say. This is our way. With my people, when a man and a woman want to touch, as long as they both want to touch. "Oh Kyle!" She gasped, "Take off my panties!" Kyle grunted and moved his hand to the waistband of Jessica's white panties and began to slowly pull them down. The pretty brunette lifted up slightly to allow her boyfriend to take her panties off and soon her completely shaved pussy came into view. Kyle grazed his fingers over Jessica's smooth pink pussy and eagerly stuck his tongue into her mouth. He was whispering into Jessica's upturned ear but she kept nodding "No" to whatever it was he.