They have both had some really hard times and they’ve had to deal with a lot of hurt, but they never gave up and they know what it’s like to hurt ...and be hurt ... Now, will you stand up and let the wind blow in your hair like you were going to that cold day back in December of 1952?”“You’re a smart-ass kid aren’t you? You see what people are instead of what they want to be.”“Did you marry him before he left?”“I did! The next day, we went to the courthouse and got married. He was leaving in three. Wrapping my hands in his hair, I held him close and he quickly unbuttoned my shirt. When he pushed it off my shoulders, I let it fall one arm at a time and then unbuttoned his shirt. In just a couple minutes we were both in our underwear and he held me back at arms length. “Definitely don’t need the sexy dresses.” he said and pulled me roughly into his arms. Kissing me hard, he held me tight against him and then pushed me down to my knees. “Try and suck it.” Pulling his underwear down, I saw. She reachedover and pushed my shirt up under my armpits and pulledher own shirt up over her breasts to expose them andpressed her lovely body against me. Cindy reached down and began to stroke my penis again.“God, you are so hard baby,” she spoke huskily. “I wantyou inside me!”I replied by pushing down her panties and she lifted herhips to help me and pushed my pants down to my knees. Sherolled over on her back and pulled her legs up, waitingfor me to mount her. I. The last two weeks had been easily the worst of my life. Torn away from my home and family, I had been given a crash course in the demands of my new existence. I had learned to obey without question the commands of my captors, to eat from a bowl on the floor, to beg to lick and kiss their feet, to remove my clothes at the slightest gesture. As captives from an enemy city, we knew we had no recourse, no court to which we could appeal. Even were the fortunes of war to be reversed and our home.