“Yuh.Yuhhh…yes…” Clara groaned, part answer, part pleasured cry.“Oh, that won’t do!” Thora declared, teasing her with light, feathery ki...sses. She pressed her body against Clara’s, breasts rubbing against each other’s. “We are going to make love to you all night.”“Please…” Clara could only beg, taking advantage of Thora’s closeness to kiss her neck now, taking her pent-up desire out on her delicate throat. Thora’s moans and sighs were just lovely, and it drove Clara to greater heights, feeling. ”“You’ll make out alright, you’re not a helpless woman, you’ve got a brain, you’ll be OK.”She smiled at him, took a sip of her champagne, then stood up on her toes and kissed him lightly on the lips. It was a non-sexual, friendly kiss, the type you get at Christmas under a sprig of mistletoe.“You’re too good,” she said, “I didn’t know how good until all this. I’m sorry for everything, sorry I hurt you. I do want to be your friend. I still love you in a funny kind of way; happy New Year.”They. “What a pretty cock you have, Duke.” Claire whispered to her dog. Claire got closer to her prize and sniffed deeply. It smelled so familiar. She sniffed again. “Aaaahhhh!” It smelled delicious to her horny, teenage mind. It smelled like sex.She drew closer and gripped his cock gently. Claire stuck out her tongue and licked it slowly from the base to the tip. His cock tasted similar to the pre-cum and sperm she liked to rub on her body, but maybe with a more urgent, metallic flavor. Duke became. At least, those of them that was still in a combat-ready condition. My memory of the fighting of that period was certainly not extensive but I did remember that the usual casualties on a major engagement were in the thirty percent range and that meant almost one out of three of us would not be rushing on to the next battle after all was said and done.We could all hear sporadic gunfire from the West and I assumed that was the direction of the movement to contact with the enemy. I imagined that.