"What did you have in mind?" I answered and from around the tree I made out the form of a small man as he came into the dim light. "Anything that make... that happy" pointing to my cock, still dripping out the last drops of recycled brew. "Right now it needs a good shake" chuckling a bit as I started to whip it up and down, "sure" he answered and slipped over to me, took hold of my cock and gently shook it. "I don't think that got it all" he whispered, with that he leaned over and took it into. Nola, Lorene, Sam, Mary, Liz, and Clara were more than willing, and just in case there was Misti. None would deny ANY of the menfolk a roll in the hay, to settle their nerves, if asked. They were talking at the hospital on the day they took Robbi home. Doris had looked over and reminded them that she and June were perfectly capable of taking care of part of the "load." They all had had a good laugh at her perception of being left out.Grandma Lorene had, with a bit of assistance from Nola,. She still seemed to be weak from her surgery, and I knew how empathetic she was about people. She was such a caring person, and I worried that seeing the hellish injuries the war inflicted on the human body would be too much for her. But I also knew how stubborn my wife could be. When she set her mind to something, there was no force in the universe that could stop her. Indeed, I had to smile as I thought back to how she had set her sights on me, and had let nothing stand in her way. She. Not the one holding the dress. The other one. It fell to her side and slowly started gathering material.Please don’t come down now, I tried to force a mental command upstairs into my father’s brain. Don’t ruin this for me.Mom’s hand, filled with bunched skirt, moved upward, slowly revealing legs not yet tanned by the spring sun. It stopped where her thighs started to thicken and, even at this distance, I imagined I could see tiny blondish hairs swaying over the tender skin there.“Higher,” I.