I started out again, this time taking it quicker and with more force as I reversed my course and started back in. I rose up on my hands and crawled up to her crotch. I took my engorged cock and placed it right at her opening as she came to a complete stop. But when I awoke, she was gone, she was not in my bed, not in the room and when I went to the bus, she was not there either. His name was PFC Robert Jones, he was in the 7th Army. She looked startled at first and I thought maybe I had been too forward in showing my sincere sorrow for this girl but, just as I was about to take it away, she reached out her other hand and placed it over the pair. It has been just me since my bride of 42 years passed away two years ago right after we moved down here to Florida. My heart was racing as I opened the door.
