"I'm tellin' you," Matt said. "Put me on the fuckin' line with a rifle. I'll kill all the chinks they want and take my chances against the artillery. ...Fuck that tank shit. Can you imagine? Being stuck inside one of them death traps and burning to death? The dumb fuck probably never even saw it coming." That ain't propaganda," Eric said solemnly, sipping out of his milk carton.Matt gave him a sour look. "What the hell do you care about it, Rowley?" he asked. "You're Mr. Valedictorian, aren't you?. Ayan: And you were not going to have a problem sleeping next to me, wearing something like that.Mona: No! Not at all! Why do you think I will have a reason to worry? I am sleeping with my own son, after all.Ayan: I just felt you will find it odd, Mom. It’s just that.Mona: No Ayan. That was not going to bother me. Maybe next time we have to share a bed, I can show you how it works. It is no big deal. We are only sleeping on the bed, and we were not even facing each other, this time.Ayan: But it. I feel the cock in my throat start to swell up Just like the first, and he shoots his load down my throat. He feel loads after loads of his cum flowing down my thoat. I swallow it all, as the guy pulls out leaving my mouth side open. The last guy continues to pound my ass. I feel his cock go deep inside my ass, making me moan loud. I start to feel ready to have an orgasm from his cock hitting my prostate. I get shaky and start to take shallow breaths as I feel myself ready to orgasm. He keeps. "What do you mean?" "You have a couple of young, horny, black boys and an attractive white woman with big tits. What else do you think it could be?" I guess he had a point. "Tomorrow in class keep checking to see if they are checking you out, or more importantly staring at your boobs" he suggested. The next day at school, I did as my husband said and did notice that they would keep glancing at me but couldn't tell if their stares were directed at my chest or not. When I told my husband that he.