.. (and for their children - so they will understand)Born in the 1930s and early 40s, we exist as a very special age cohort. We are the Silent Generat...ion.We are the smallest number of children born since the early 1900s. We are the “last ones.”We are the last generation, climbing out of the depression, that can remember the winds of war and the impact of a world at war which rattled the structure of our daily lives for years.We are also the last to remember ration books for everything from gas. I've very little patience, I'm a very busy man. You walked through that door, so now you're on my patch. So do me a favour. Take down your top."Lilly's looking shocked. Her fingers have unclutched, but they're still down low."Put your hands up here, and pull it down."He's not shouting. He's got quiet, deep and low. She's touching one strap."Hold it. Pull it down Now the other one. Stop."He looks through his lens. Her arms are either side of her bust, one hand each on a strap, pushing up her. Diving under her skirt he began to lick her puss while he reached up to pull on her protruding nipples through her blouse. At the kitchen table, Buck watched his wife being eaten and sipped his coffee. Carla smiled at him. The two cute farm girls Kelly and Danielle giggled at their mom's luck. She was getting a fresh lick right after lunch. Then Danielle led Carla from the table to her bedroom. She wanted to do some pussy licking too. Carla and Danielle both worked at the brothel but, both. She had thanked Fitz for tipping her off since Gina appeared to be the ideal candidate for the medical school. She also assured Fitz that a scholarship would also be in the offing.Gina looked up at him and said, "You know it's just not that ... you saved my little sister and I was so mixed up then, but you never talked down to me when I had questions." Gina was the oldest, twelve at the time, and she was the interpreter for her parents when her eight-year-old sister was admitted with a brain.