“I really want to be inside of you now.” He told me as he pulled out of my mouth. He dismounted and flipped me onto my tummy. My face was buried i...to his soft pillows, right between both of them. I felt him spank me and pull my hips back, yanking my thong out of his thirsty way. He licked my pussy deep and spread my ass as I had done for him. I clawed at his comforter beneath the pillows and sang in soprano lust. I was on all fours and ready for him.“Oh my fucking God yeah, baby!” I’d never. It’s the mustard on the hot dog and the cream in the rationed coffee. Democracy is a request from a War Board, in the middle of a morning in the middle of a war, wanting to know what democracy is.”― E.B. WhiteThe amphibious landing at Anzio in January of 1944 could be considered a dress rehearsal for the later more famous landing at Normandy six months later in that year.From the bottom of the totem pole, the teenaged privates could tell right away that there was a lot more planning necessary. The sheer audacity of his deceit made her feel more ashamed than anything. Could Abel really be any different? People were different, weren’t they? Or were they? Not really. Maybe. Sometimes.“So what’re you gonna do?” Abel asked finally. “Play this on repeat with another guy who won’t stick around? You think they’re gonna be enough? They’ll never be enough.”“How would you know?”“I just – feel it.”The answer was insufficient but she couldn’t help believing it.“Why don’t we go get coffee or. I can feel the hardness and thickness of his cock even better as it is pressed against the thin material of my short skirt. He takes his hand off my waist and pulls my hand behind my back and lays it against his throbbing erection. I can feel the thickness of his cock and it is pulsating as his heart races while I grasp it hard. I can now feel the tiny drips of his pre-cum on the palm of my hand as it drips. Slowly I stroke his cock and hear his breath in my ear quicken... I stroke it harder.