‘Lovers always.’ she added. ‘Now and forever.’ I finished.’ This is a tribute to that story. *************************** Prologue: It was ...a warm Friday night. My wife, Alice, and I were in the kitchen cleaning up after dinner. Our four year old twins, Amy and Ethan, as usual as soon as each were done with their own dinners, ran from the table to go play without even a second glance at their parents. ‘Always on the move aren’t they?’ Alice asked me. ‘Of course they are. When aren’t they. Clear fluid sprays out around my shaft, I feel hot liquid on my pelvis. My balls are wet, hot and tickly."OOOOOOOOHHHHAAAAAAAA!"Oh Blair honey, that's so sexy! I'm gonna cum now, You're gonna make me squirt. Watch! Here it goes!" I've been forced out of her cunt by her clenched muscles and my cockhead is pointed up on her mound."OOOOOGGGGG! UH UH UH!!!! " I erupt all over her curled belly, her legs flop open and I keep pumping semen all over her"Oooohhhh!" Oh god, we're a mess! You shoot so. Only a couple of us managed to transfer out of there.“They had also coordinated an attack on our base camp that had started when the building exploded, and we reappeared in the middle of a fire fight heavy with RPGs and mortar fire. We lost a lot of people during that attack. The Army pulled me out shortly after that,” I finished.“Jesus Christ, what are you doing here now?” George demanded.“They brainwashed me then medically retired me and the others who had survived. That was some four years. I wasn’t sure if she was just too dim to realize what I had done or not. Daphne was obviously street-smart but her book-smart brains were all in her tits and ass.I noticed that Daphne frequently spoke with a thick Ebonics (ghetto) accent and then let it drop and talked like any normal white girl you might meet whenever it suited her as well.“Come get this pussy, Master Jessie,” Daphne raised her legs above her head and begged me to fuck her hard. She called me Master Jessie even though I hadn’t.