She admitted her memories of then were perhaps rose colored because she had been a little girl. She said she knew that she must have been a happy chil..., because when the uniformed soldiers came with guns, that was the first time she had ever known fear. They had forcefully herded the females into one truck, separating from them from her brothers and father. She said that was the last she ever saw of them. She said they had traveled for days in that truck. It was cold and there was no bathroom.. All the blonde realized was that Hank was a strong, sturdy male who could satisfy her every need. That alone made her anxious for him to make some kind of move -- anything that would indicate he felt the same.There was another moment's pause. And then the move she'd been both waiting for and dreading came. He turned, moving his hands around her narrow waist and drawing her close. Linda didn't have to say anything. She knew what was on her mind, knew what was on his. She swallowed down a lump of. The music had stopped. The DJ wasshaking his fists at the retreating freaks, shoutingthreats, but they were too high on Jesus-juice to pay him any mind.I turned back to Dr. Gonzo. "Remember our old friend,Dr. Jackie the ball-crusher?" Yeah, I remember her. So what?" How about if we enlist her and really teach theseholy rollers a lesson they won't forget?"Dr. Gonzo thought about it for a minute. "Soundsgood, but only one thing." What?" Let's go upstairs and drop some of that Snoopy acidfirst."It. And she had yet to hear of a correlation between masturbation and diabetes.Her fingers slid between her swollen lips before locating her clit which was demanding her attention. She smiled, knowing her visitor's penis was hard by now and being stroked like in a Billy Squier song of yore. Just once she wanted to watch him play with himself in bright sunlight but his fair skin probably burned easily. Opening her legs wider and pulling the silk aside, she plunged two fingers deep inside. The urgent.