“What? What do you mean?” I asked, feigning ignorance. Mom just put her hand on her cocked hip and stared at me. “You know damn well what. What... the hell did you two do today? You’re both acting all chummy all of a sudden.” I was starting to panic. “Just hung out like normal. That’s all.” Mom squinted at me, like she was searching for the lying words that were coming out of me mouth. Finally, she sort of deflated, and with a sigh, she said, “You two are fucking, aren’t you.” If I’d had water. I know all the men looked at her when she came into the bar and I'm pretty certain she knew they did.She always wore short skirts and had very shapely legs on which she always wore (I discovered later) holdups. She never went there without her husband and they were obviously very much in love as they were always holding hands, or giving each other pecks and he would sit there with his arm across her legs.One evening she ended up sitting opposite me on a high stool and I could see up her short. At peace with the world around him he tried to become at peace with his troubled thoughts. The raid on his home village, the slaughter of his family, of Saranne. Why? Why the slaughter of them? They weren't hurting anyone, weren't threatening anyone, they weren't part of the army. They were only peaceful farmers. Going about their lives making things grow, producing not destroying, creating not tearing down. His brothers and sisters who had not even began to experience the wonders of life,. It was thick and as hard as a baseball bat. Eric was what she had been imagining and dreaming about. It was too late for her to resist.He bent her over the round table, peeling off her panties. Lily was totally nude except for a necklace, bracelet and spiked heels. He was now over her, wrapping his arms around her waist, grabbing her tits, pinching her nipples. It felt so good, so intoxicating to be taken savagely.She could feel his hard cock rubbing against her ass, then came the exhilarating.