I often made weekend trips back to my home town to visit Lauren. During one of these visits she told me that Sam badly wanted to see me. I was comple...tely stunned. I knew I'd taken things far enough with Sam that Lauren would be upset if she found out and here she was, trying to organise time for me to see Sam? It turned out that Sam had come to Lauren, who is my age, with some high school math problems and they became fast friends. This was a little much for me to think about and I just put. His reply was positive. ‘I won’t wear underwear’, his message read. ‘You can get to them a lot quicker’. She was shaking with excitement for it was a long time since she had handled a blokes balls and given them the service she longed to do’.Elga had been rather plump and very cuddly; this woman was as different as the north was from the south. She bore a number of tattoos and there was a bit of metal from piercing in her ears and lips. She was a bit shorter than himself, but an inch or two. What you see was what you got with her. Did it make her actions as a Traitor count any less. No they did not and in some ways made them count more, Because despite the popular spin that she was a controlled Bimbo she was far from it and knew full well what she was doing.It was 1968 and I was at Fort Lewis doing Dwell Time, exactly 6 months to the day recovering from 3 years in Europe fighting the Cold War, until the Army could legally send me to the Hot War. Rest assured when my day came I got. I noticed that Berthold had seated Mo and had taken a seat beside her for himself. They were smiling. I smiled at that. It was a good meal.After the meal and some time talking, Jam and I retired to our sitting room. We were joined by Mo and Berthold who were holding hands as they walked into the room with us. They were followed, to my slight surprise, by Angela and Roger.Angela had Roger sit in an easy chair as I had Jam. We took possession of our husbands’ laps. Our husbands put their arms.