Aside from that, they don’t spare a second (or first) thought when walking or riding their motorbikes by a decommissioned M-46 towed field gun, or a... captured US warplane or chinook helicopter with its belly, its ballast cemented into the pavement out in front of a government building or museum... I’d grown up in the 1980s, in the long shadow of the war, when Vietnam, the war there, remained etched into America’s recent memory.It was a stigma, a trauma.A festering, open wound.As a nation, we had. We broke up, and I got dinner ready. There was another game on thetelevision, but I will admit that Billy had the courtesy to come to dinnerwith the TV off. My cooking was basic compared to Ari's, but I had broileda passable steak, and the frozen french fries were much better than I hadhoped. I had also learned that a good bottle of wine can make of for someof the dinner's deficiencies. I served two bottles. We didn't talkfootball during dinner. Mike was shy but joined in from time to time.. I whisperedin his ear that I had a story for him. I kissed his ear and neck andstarted to take his cock out of his pants. I stroked him and started totell him the story about the boy next door. I started slowly and as thestory progressed, I swung myself onto his lap, straddling him, so Icould ease his hard cock into my dripping pussy. As I rode him, Icontinued the story about Keith coming to our yard and fucking me.My mouth was slowly telling the story into my husbands ear…whispering….. She was now about as prone as you can get, her legs spread obscenely wide and little pussy defenseless. Even the cute pink pucker of her ass was exposed. But I'd get to that later. I placed the ball gag back into her mouth as I knew fucking her in this position might be painful. And indeed it was as with each balls deep plunge into her pussy yanked her legs and the cuffs dug deep into her ankles. And with each plunge she would cry out in pain. A muffled cry mind you. Her ankles were quite.