.. “What ... You’re coming empty handed?”Wise Italian GrandfatherWhy Italian Fathers and Grandfathers pass their handguns down through the famil....An old Italian man is dying. He calls his grandson to his bedside, Guido, I wan’ you lissina me. I wan’ you to take-a my chrome plated... 38 revolver so you will always remember me.”“But grandpa, I really don’t like guns ... How about you leave me your Rolex watch instead?”“You lissina me, boy. Somma day you gonna be runna da business, you gonna have. " Think about it. What were you doing and what are you doing now?" I don't know what you mean." Okay, since I don't know what your circumstances were and I have to assume that the Army has changed some since my day I'll give it to you from my side."When I was drafted in 1942 there was none of this two year bullshit. When they took you it was "For the war plus six months." Then they take you to a training camp and they train you sixteen hours a day to kill people and destroy things. You learn to. It was like being ****d but I followed her orders. After a while she let me off of that dildo and I was allowed me to masturbate while she kept on storytelling. I was ofc not allowed to cum or get even close to that. The story went like this: "I am on my knees jerking off while she stands in front of me. My boyfriend is also there sitting at the edge of the bed and she starts rubbing and kissing his cock without any haste telling me over and over again how great his big cock is. She tells me. It made sense now. The desire for an all nighter wasn’t to celebrate the end of a cattle drive. It was to say goodbye. ‘It all sounds wonderful for you, Luke. I know that your brothers and you will make the place into a fine ranch,’ she said quietly. Then, lifting her eyes back to his, she said it out loud. ‘So, this is good bye, then.’ ‘I hope not Jessie. I don’t want it to be,’ the cowboy said, gripping her shoulders. ‘There’s something else that I wanted to tell you tonight. I wanted to tell.