I remember how their house was always filled with cousins, sisters, brothers and just people who loved to hang out at their place.Aunt Bessie presided... over it all, holding court; dispensing with advice, presiding over family disputes, acting as a marriage counselor to her many nephews and nieces... and yes, sometimes to outright strangers. Such was the confidence people had in her excellent judgment.She had a deep and abiding love for the younger people. Coming up hard herself, had given her. Thankfully, neither paid her any mind. Still, Boy lingered behind them as they pretty much blocked the entire doorway where he could hear shouting and babies crying. The craft wasn’t very big and the reapers and their wings took up most of the interior space. Enormous hands on her shoulders, had Boy Rayne jumping like a nervous cat. “Easy, sweetness,” Zak grumbled easing past Boy with an apologetic half grin. Zak wedged his six and half foot, muscular bulk between the reapers, excusing. The revolution is just beginning. The military commitment to SE Asia has just started and the draft age young men are just beginning to think the government is fucking with them. I'm 24 and I know the government was going to stick it to me and I wasn't very happy about it. Some of the rhetoric is sounding like pre-war Germany, and the student "thinkers" of the age have decided that the war is NOT a good thing for America. Women of all ages suddenly realize that it's "my man" that's going to. .until..finally she subsided,and let out a long sigh and a very loud and sustained “ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”. After letting her settle again I knew I needed to cum again and pulled her hand down towards my soaking panties – she began to stimulate and pull frantically at my swollen clit with her sexy,long,lacquered finger nails,and I was so on the edge but I pulled her hand away. She looked at me as if in surprise and then she realised,yes,i was telling her not.