All I knew that we both made that decision we was going to fuck each other. So here I am, u******e leaving with an Italian/Puerto Rican queen. Till th...is day, nobody has matched her. So we pull off and immediately she takes off here pants. Her pussy was so fucking beautiful, it was nice and juicy and wet dripping on her seat. I immediately drop my pants and I'm hard an throbbing in her soft mature hands. She just knew how to stroke my meat and I rubbed that juicy pussy. I don't know how she. . that it is advisable to choose more common words.”“I like it when you talk about my pussy.”“And I like it when you talk about my cock.”“Wow! How the world has changed.”“I guess so. I don’t mind using the words if you don’t. I just never talked like that before.”“But you were deployed in the Army! How could you NOT use the words.”“I had other things on my mind and I lived my life like I did a couple of weeks ago. I did my job and kept out of others business. My soldiers could count on me as. The world has become harsher and more unforgiving since the Day. We're going to have to remember that in our dealings with the world and the people left in it. It's the price of living."Pat said, "Mister Dan, we're alive and making plans. Sometimes, we have to focus on that knowing that, in another time, we would be acting differently. Even our lives in this valley are vastly different from our plans before the Day."Dad shook himself. "Thanks. Both of you."Pat said, "You two brought me back. There, right there, that was moment. The decision to go for a drink that night instead of staying home. So small, so insignificant and yet without it, well… I guess you can decide for yourself if Id be better off still sat on that sofa.It was June and keeping with the oldest of Welsh traditions, it was raining. The Welsh have a joke; we can tell when summer has arrived because the rain warms up. The Royal Oak, as the pub was called, was your typical British Village pub – hundreds of years old,.