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Like Mother Like Daughter

There’s nothing quite like a family love affair.

My first overseas assignment was in the beautiful Rhine valley of Germany. I was assigned to a small intelligence outpost which actually had a great scenic view of the Rhine River. I was sent there because I learned German from my grandmother. The group needed a fluent speaker.

Amazingly, I connected with a lovely lady within 36 hours after arriving. Which right away developed into a very satisfactory relationship. That is, a very satisfactory intimate relationship. It was beyond my wildest dreams and imagination.

Here’s what happened: The second day on the post, I went to the snack bar for a sandwich. The waitress was a sweet little blonde-haired beauty who was waiting for the right opportunity to come along. Waiting for the right man to ask her. Apparently, I was that man.

Having been without female company for over two weeks (because of the extended travel itinerary), I was also primed such an opportunity. When her luscious body appeared before my eyes, my brain went into overdrive and told me right away: Randy, go for it!

I took note of her name tag and watched her shapely little ass while she made a cheeseburger and fries for me. That gave me time to think about the decision. When she put the food tray in front of me, I took a deep breath and blurted, “Miss Anna, would you like to go out with me after you get off work?”

She smiled, and said without a moment’s hesitation, “Sure. Where do you want to go?”

Yikes. Ohmigod! Another shock! She gave me a “yes” before she even knew where I wanted to take her. This kind of response simply doesn’t happen where I come from. A guy has to go through all the social steps before asking a girl out.

My mind was in mild shock for a moment. But after taking another big breath, I said, “Well, I’m not really sure yet. Come sit with me for a few minutes and let’s talk about it.”

The snack bar wasn’t busy. She carried my tray to a table and sat down with me. She leaned forward with her elbows on the table and gave me a nice look at her cleavage thanks to the cute little waitress uniform with the top three buttons open. I noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Anna had a smooth, quiet voice, “First of all, guy, tell me your name.”

“Oh yes, sorry. My name is Randy. I’m from North Carolina.”

“Ah yes, of course. My uncle likes to smoke cigarettes from North Carolina. He says that is the best tobacco in the world.”

“Okay, if he says so. I’m not a smoker.”

“So where would you like to go, Randy?”

“I don’t know my way around yet. Can you suggest a place where we could have something to eat? And maybe some of that wonderful German beer I’ve heard about?”

She gave me a nod and a smile. “I know just the place. Can you come for me about six o’clock?”

“I’ll be here, Anna.”

She stood up and then gave me a warm kiss on the cheek. I had just met her ten minutes ago, and she kissed me. Well okay, it was on the cheek, but still, it was a kiss.

I came back to the snack bar sharp at six o’clock. She had changed clothes into a little farm girl blouse with the frilly top that exposed just enough cleavage that I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

Anna took my hand and let me to lead her outside to my car.

Well, it wasn’t actually my car because I’d just gotten there the day before. But I quickly asked around in the orderly room, and discovered that our mailman, a guy from Pennsylvania named Dilley, had a car — but he didn’t have a driver’s license yet. Even worse, he didn’t speak German. So, Dilley offered to loan me his brand-new Ford in return for a promise to help him get his European driver’s license.

I led Anna to the passenger door and opened it like the gallant gentleman I am, which also gave me the opportunity to catch an even better glimpse down that cute little peasant blouse she was wearing. As she was sliding her butt into the seat, she leaned her upper body toward me and put her arms close together, which — ohmigod — showed me her entire nipples!

You know something? Maybe she did that on purpose. You think?

Anna gave me directions to an underground restaurant called The Valhalla where she ordered us a couple of sandwiches and a pitcher of the best-loved beer in the area. We hadn’t even finished our first glass of beer before we began talking about sex.

In the most polite (i.e., discreet) language I could manage at the time, I let Anna know that I was interested in sex. Now keep in mind, given that I was “raised right” in America, I know you can’t bring up a subject like that on the first date.

But Anna’s body language, the generous display of her tits, and some of her comments led me to being more open about my intentions than I might have been back home.

She asked me straight out, “Are you trying to tell me that you want to have sex? Tonight?”

I damn near choked on my beer. I briefly thought about being defensive and denying that I actually wanted sex right away. But strangely, I felt encouraged by her directness. So, in the moment, I opted to be truthful.

“To be honest, Anna, yes. It’s been a long time for me.”

She reached across the table and put her hand on mine. “Randy, I was hoping that you would be interested in me. Because, I would like to have sex with you also. And I would like to try it tonight. If you’re willing.”

Oh my. What is going on here? Are all European women like this?

I put my hand on top of hers and squeezed. I took a deep breath and tried to stay relaxed. Back in the States, something like this would never happen. If a guy is lucky, he might get sex on the 4th or 5th date. But on the first? That never happens.

Then I began to think about her saying she would like to try it. That’s a curious thing for a girl to say. What does that mean? I made a mental note to ask her about it.

Meanwhile, my brain was working full throttle, thinking about where I might take her. That is, where we might go to have sex. Since this was only my second day in Germany, I was still living in military quarters. There was no private place in the barracks where a man could take a woman.

But wait! We had a car. Maybe she knew about a good parking place?

As if she were reading my mind, she said, “After we leave here, Randy, we can go to my house. I would rather do that than use a hotel.”

I picked her hand up off the table and kissed it. “Anna, you are the answer to a man’s every dream. Yes, by all means, let’s go to your place.”

We polished off the pitcher and our food very quickly. When I asked her if she’d like anything else, she shook her head, and said with a smile, “No, I have some food and beer in my little fridge at home. Let’s go!”

In the car, she directed me out to the suburbs west of town and then to a modest two-story house crowded between similar houses on each side. We parked on the street, and she led me through a side door and up a long flight of stairs.

On the way upstairs, she told me, “My entire family lives in this house. They are all aunts and uncles. My mother and I have an apartment upstairs on the second floor.”

She opened the door and led me into a combined kitchen/dining room where a woman was sitting at the kitchen table — a quite beautiful woman who looked remarkably like she might have been Anna’s sister. But no…

“Randy, this is my mother. Her name is Helena. Mama, this is Randy.”

Helena got up from her chair and gave me a warm hug and kiss on the cheek. My, my, these people are kissers.

“Welcome, Randy. Anna told me she might bring you home with her. Would you like some cake and coffee? The coffee is ready.”

I looked at Anna to see what I should do.

Anna shrugged and smiled, “Oh yes of course, mama. We didn’t have much to eat. And some of your cake would be wonderful.”

This was turning out to be a very unusual — but wonderful situation. I was in a strange land and the people were very strange people, especially for a North Carolina boy like me.

Anna’s mama served a big slice of chocolate cake for us along with a steaming hot cup of strong coffee.

Over cake and coffee, Anna explained that her father had been killed in the war, and she and her mother had lived alone together for the past 12 years. Helena asked me a lot of questions about North Carolina.

When dessert was finished, Helena said, “You kids probably want to be alone. So you can go into Anna’s bedroom. Meanwhile, I’ll watch a little television in my bedroom and then go to bed.”

Anna kissed her mother good night and then took my hand and led me into her bedroom. Her bed was already turned down. She turned on a radio playing soft violin music. Then she began removing my clothes. My head was spinning.

When she was down to my shorts, she had me get in her bed. Then she opened a drawer and pulled out a large, thick bath towel.

“Randy, I want to put a towel underneath me — if you don’t mind.”

She spread the towel over the center of the bed and began removing her clothes.

“Randy, maybe you think I’m crazy. But this is my first time, and I might bleed a little bit. Does that bother you?”

“What? Anna, are you a virgin?” I was astounded. No, wait. It was beyond astounding. I was close to freaking out.

“Yes. Is that bad? Have you had a virgin before?”

“Yes, a couple of times, to be exact. And no, it doesn’t bother me at all. Actually, I’m quite honored that you are choosing me…uh, to do this for you.”

“I decided months ago that I want to have an American boyfriend. And well, you don’t have to be my boyfriend — unless you decide later that you want to. But two of my girlfriends have American boyfriends, and I really like what I have learned about American guys.”

“Wow. Anna, I am…well, I’m actually a little shocked. But I’m also very pleased.”

“I know that some men don’t like virgins. But from what other women have told me, many guys like to be the first.”

By that time she was totally naked, standing before me. Her body was a ten, without any doubt. She lifted her arms up over her head and then turned in a circle to show me her entire body — without the slightest bit of shame.

I had heard that Europeans were absolutely nonchalant about nudity. This was my first example of that. I also noticed her bush matched the blonde hair on her head.

“You like it, Randy?”

“Like?” I shook my head in disbelief. “Honey, I don’t just LIKE your body. I LOVE your body. Your body is absolutely magnificent! And sexy. Get in bed with me. Please!”

Anna slipped into bed and snuggled up to me. We began kissing, and I proceeded to rub my hands all over her delicious body. She was a bit shy, of course, but she was also responsive and widened her legs for me right away when I began using one hand to massage her pussy.

“Randy, my mother has told me some of the things I should do with a man. But she also told me the most important thing was to do what the man tells me to do. So, give me instructions. I will obey you.”

By that time, I was massaging her pussy, and she was already getting wet. As I slid one finger between her pussy lips and pushed in a little, I found there was almost no opening there. She was, indeed, very virgin.

Luckily, I’d had two high school girlfriends back in my home town with the same problem. Who had allowed me to deal with it. In addition, my old bass and mentor had given me good, detailed advice on the best way to help a girl get rid of her hymen.

The best answer is: Let the girl get on top and do it herself.

Although I didn’t get a finger inside of her, I massaged her clitoris and gave her a lot of juicy kisses on her mouth. Soon, she was moaning and gasping with pleasure with copious quantities of lubrication coming out of her vagina.

“Anna, honey. Would you like to get on top of me?”

She was hesitant. “Sure, I will try. But, but…I don’t know how to do it.”

I shrugged, “It doesn’t matter. We can just play a little while. And just see what feels good for you.”

We continued to kiss and hug, and I kept using my hand to rub her entire vulva, especially the clit.

Her breath was labored as she became more and more aroused. I rolled onto my back and pulled her body on top of me. It goes without saying that I was hard and ready for her. I took her hand and put it on my erect penis.

“Here you go, Anna. Take my dick and rub it on your pussy. Just rub it around so that it feels good for you. There’s no rush.”

She caught on right away. She held my penis in her hand and rocked her hips so that her pussy lips and clit were rubbing the head of my dick.

I let her know right away how good that felt, “Oh YEAH, baby. You can keep on doing that for a while and see how good it feels.”

I could tell from her gasps that she was greatly enjoying rubbing my dick against her pussy lips. And against her clit. Essentially, she was using my penis to masturbate herself. From watching her, I was very sure she’d been masturbating for a long time.

Gradually, I felt her using my penis to push against her hymen. She knew exactly where that penis needed to go. And by that time, she was trying to make it go inside.

Anna began moaning and gasping as she began trying to push my penis inside her. I noticed she also began using one hand to massage her clit. Oh yeah, I could see that masturbating was something she already knew how to do. She’s a hot little lady, and I’ll bet she’s been doing that for years.

Then, she raised her body a bit higher than usual, drew in a huge breath, and let herself fall downward onto my penis. Shazam! She gave a quiet scream as my penis went up inside her. Mission accomplished.

“Oh my god, Randy. Yes! Oh yes, oh yes.” She began humping me with great enthusiasm. “Oh yes, oh my god! It hurts, but it feels so good!”

In just a few minutes, I could see she was getting winded. The female superior sex positions are tricky to learn. She’s expending a lot of energy and not getting the results she wanted. Maybe it’s time for me to take over.

“Anna, honey. Would you like me to get on top now?”

“Oh yes, please. This is feeling so good — but I don’t have the strength to keep going right now.”

She dismounted from me. I got on top of her in the missionary position. She raised her legs, at which time my penis was touching her labia. She was catching on to this fucking thing very nicely. Especially for her first time.

I asked her, “Baby, would you like to reach down and put me back inside?”

Which she promptly did. She was a fast learner.

As I began stroking her, I used one hand to reach around and hold her butt. Then I let a finger of that hand find her perineum. (You know, commonly called the taint.) I began massaging her perineum at the same time I was fucking her with nice long strokes. Soon, she became wildly passionate.

“Oh my god, Randy. I had no idea this would feel so good.”

Her breath was coming in gasps, and her body was arching up off the bed to meet my every stroke. Then her body began to shudder and shake. I felt the muscles in her vagina squeezing my cock with a quick rhythm. It was clear she was approaching orgasm.

I continued stroking her at the same speed. But her passionate movements underneath me were about to make me lose control. I tried to slow down just a little to put it off. But then WHAM! My own orgasm kicked in.

Unbelievable! She and I were having a simultaneous orgasm the first time she ever had sex with a man. It was wonderful. Glorious. Heavenly.

I hugged her entire body and continued kissing her mouth as she gave into the climax. We had both our arms around each other, kissing mouth to mouth, with my penis spurting semen deep inside her. Her vagina muscles rippled from the orgasm. I was nearly out of my mind from the ecstasy.

That’s when I had the sudden thought: Ohmigod, what about birth control? We didn’t talk about it. And she didn’t mention it. Oh hell. Too late. Too bad. If she gets pregnant from this, we will just have to deal with it.

Meanwhile, our genitals continued throbbing. My dick was all the way inside her body, pushing against the back end of her vagina.

This has to be some of the best sex I’ve ever had. Those other occasions of helping a lady lose her hymen were much more of a chore. They were not nearly this satisfying. Previous to this, I had to exercise great care to minimize the lady’s pain. Not this time!

Amazingly, Anna and I had world-class sex for her first fuck.

We lay there for a while with most of my weight on one elbow and my knees, her legs up high, and her tailbone in my hand. Hey, my mentor was careful to coach me that a gentleman should keep most of his weight on his knees and elbows. After all, there is actually an art to good fucking.

I was trying to give Anna the full experience — and total pleasure.

Soon, she put her legs down and grabbed my butt. “Randy, can you stay there? Inside me?”

“Gladly! Yes! It feels really good for me, too.”

But it didn’t work out that way. She had such a tight little pussy. As my dick began to soften, her pussy squeezed me out into the cold air. Brrr!

She reached out and pulled a comforter over our bodies. I dozed off for a little while. Then, I felt her roll me to one side and carefully tuck the comforter around me.

I didn’t remember another thing until the sun was shining into me face. I woke up and looked around. Anna was gone. Well damn. I really must have crashed.

It’s Morning and I’m in Anna’s Bed

The towel under me had a lot of blood on it. Then I noticed I had a lot of blood on me, too. I tried using part of the towel to clean myself up a little. But most of the blood was dried. Hmmm, what I need right now is a shower.

Just then I heard a quiet knock on the bedroom door.

“Randy, may I come it?” It was Helena.

I pulled the towel over my bloody genitals, “Sure, Helena, come on in. I’m a little naked. But I’m awake.”

Helena came in wearing just a nightgown She sat beside me on the bed.

“You poor man. Anna had to be at work almost two hours ago. So she asked me to look in on you when you woke up. She also asked me if I would make a bit of breakfast and some coffee for you.”

“Helena, you are a sweetheart. Yes, I would do anything for a hot cup of coffee right now.”

“No problem. But first, would you like to get cleaned up a bit? Anna told me that she made a bloody mess on you. We don’t have a shower here in our apartment. But I made a basin of hot water. May I bring it to you?”

“Why yes, that would be very nice. You really are an angel.”

Helena smiled and rubbed her hand on my cheek. “Good. Just stay where you are, and I’ll bring some hot water.”

She stepped just outside the bedroom door and picked up a small porcelain wash basin. She put a washcloth and towel over her shoulder and came back to sit beside me on the bed.

“Randy, I must tell you how much I appreciate…” She paused while she dipped the washcloth in hot water and wrung most of the water out. “How much I appreciate how careful and — well, skillful you were with Anna last night. You have no idea how much I worried about…her first experience.”

As she was speaking, she pulled the towel away from my genital area and began using the warm cloth to gently wash the dried blood away. At first, I was a little shocked and embarrassed. But as she continued to wash me with calm, nurse-like efficiency, as she kept on talking to me. I lay back, relaxed, and let her work.

“My poor Anna has been worrying herself for, oh almost a year now, about getting rid of her virginity. Two of her girlfriends have American boyfriends, and she’s been absolutely determined to do the same.”

“Helena, that’s curious. Why was she so adamant about finding an American boyfriend?”

“I’m not entirely sure about that. She thinks American guys treat their women a lot better than — well, other men.”

As she spoke, she began carefully washing my penis, pulling the foreskin back to clean the wrinkles, and then using two hands and the warm washcloth to stretch it out better to reach the ridge just behind my glans. Of course, my penis being what it is, chose that time to begin getting hard.

She continued speaking as she worked, “Maybe you don’t know much about the situation, but so many German men were killed in the war, a girl has a hard time these days — finding a guy.”

She rinsed the cloth out, wrung it mostly dry, then proceeded to lift my scrotum away from my body and then wrap it in the warm washcloth. By this time, my penis was rock hard and beginning to throb.

“Oh my, Randy. It feels like Anna didn’t quite finish the job last night.”

She picked up the clean towel and gently dried me off, then wrapped the towel around my penis and squeezed it. I could not help moaning with pleasure at Helena’s gentle ministrations.

I knew right away that I wanted to fuck her. But I felt like it would be a betrayal to Anna.

Helena dropped the towel and held my penis in her hand while squeezing it ever to gently, “So Randy, do you want a little something?”

At the time, we were speaking German of course, and what she actually said to me was, “Willst Du ein Bisschen etwas?”

I had learned that ein Bisschen etwas was a colloquial phrase German ladies used as a euphemism for “a little pussy.” It was a polite way of asking: Do you want to fuck?

“Yes!” I blurted without the slightest hesitation.

My penis had already answered her question, of course.

Helena stood up and, with one motion of both arms, pulled her nightgown over her head, leaving herself totally nude. She rolled me to one side and pulled the soiled towel from beneath me. Then she lay down beside me.

“Go ahead, my dear man. Take what you need.”

My busy mind was already working on how would I be able to tell Anna I had fucked her mother? But I just shook my head. That would have to come later. Right at that moment, the only thing I could do was put my arms around Helena and kiss her.

When I put my lips on her lips and began kissing her, I could feel her body tension begin to melt away. She started to relax, and I heard her moan in a way that told me she was also in great need.

Her legs widened and came up in one motion as she reached down with her hand and inserted me very smoothly into her body. She was very wet. And oh yes, she knew exactly what to do. In contrast to her virgin daughter, this was something she had done many, many times.

The previous night, Anna had been hesitant, of course, because she had never had sex with a man before. And she was also afraid of how badly losing her virginity might hurt.

But now, I could immediately tell that her mother was not only quite experienced, and totally unafraid of sex, but she was finally getting something she badly needed — after a long period of sexual neglect.

She clutched hungrily at my body as I began penetrating her. But about half way into her she suddenly gasped and put her hand against my chest.

“Oh Randy! It’s been a very long time for me. Give me just a moment here.”

Then, she slowly began moving her body, arching up from the bed toward me, and gently fucking me from underneath. She kept one hand on my penis during the next few thrusts, then moved both hands around to my lower back, digging her fingernails into my butt and pulling me into her.

As my penis went all the way inside, she exhaled with a huge sigh of relief and satisfaction, “Oh yes, Randy, yes, now. That is very nice.”

At that point, I “took over” the fucking and began using long strokes, all the way in, and all the way out. A quiet moan came from deep in her chest with each of my in-strokes, peaking more loudly as I pushed against the end wall of her vagina.

Helena was a delightfully different experience in bed compared to her daughter. Chiefly, Helena’s years of experience allowed her to immediately be more involved with me, to participate more freely, and essentially, to fuck me with great enthusiasm.

Thankfully, Helena’s pussy was a bit looser — which was not only different from Anna but oddly, gave me a pleasant sense of freedom. There was no need to hold back, or to be careful. I began banging away with rapturous abandon! She picked up my rhythm and fucked back enthusiastically.

I already knew from my experiences when I was a teenager, that most older women are better in bed than girls my age. Older women know what they’re doing, and they’re not afraid to give into the pure joy of making love with a man.

Helena leaned back and opened herself to me as widely as she could. She closed her eyes and surrendered total access to her body. It was an act of total submission. I felt her give complete control of her body over to me.

We were in the missionary position, but my arms were straight so that our faces were arms-length apart. I continued slow-stroking her as I watched her face. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth partly open as she gasped and moaned with pure sexual pleasure.

“Oh Randy, Oh, oh, oh!” she whispered as she responded by thrusting her pelvis up at me to meet each stroke.

Watching her, my thoughts went to my own pleasure and joy. Being a man, and being able to give such pleasure to a woman, is one of my greatest rewards in life. I not only love to fuck, of course. But I love giving sexual pleasure to a woman. Bringing them to orgasm is my end goal.

Helena opened her eye and saw me watching her. She smiled. Then she reached up with both hands and rubbed my cheeks. Without breaking our rhythm, she spoke to me.

“My dear man. Thank you for this.”

Looking at a woman face-to-face and having an intimate conversation while having sex is one of the deepest forms of communication that I can imagine. Yes, exactly that: Talking and fucking. At the same time.

“I thank you, Helena. This is a most unexpected treat.”

As I spoke, I lengthened the stroke a bit, and pushed a little deeper each time. She responded with a small gasp each time I pushed. We continued looking into each other’s eyes as we talked.

“Tell me, Helena, are you going to tell your daughter that we had sex?”

“Oh yes, of course. Anna and I keep no secrets whatsoever.”

“Is she going to be jealous?”

Her voice was shaky and her body was quivering. I felt the muscles of her vagina beginning to milk my penis.

Through gasping breath, she answered, “Maybe. I’m not sure, Randy. That might depend on how you treat her. And me. Afterwards. Do you know what I mean?”

I had to think about that for a minute. This was a whole new situation for me. Sure, I feel like I had died and gone to heaven. Here is a family (of two women) both of whom wanted a man. But would Anna be happy about sharing me? Hmmmm.

By this time I was getting very close to coming. I felt the head of my cock swelling and my prostate throbbing. From Helena’s breathing and her body movements, I could tell she was also getting close. Should I stop? Or should I let it go?

She was reading my mind. “Randy, honey. Go ahead. Come inside me.”

Just her suggestion alone triggered me. My whole body convulsed like I had been hit by an earthquake. Much of my pent-up energy and fluids left over from the night before created a huge involuntary ejaculation, and caused a strong load of jizz to pump into the deepest part of Helena’s pussy.

At the same time, I felt her vagina react with a ripple of movements, like it was gripping my cock, pulling on it, trying to keep it inside. Her pussy had the most distinctive, musculature orgasm I’ve ever felt.

“Ohmigod, Randy,” she gasped. “Yes, honey. Put it all inside me.” She writhed and moaned, and raked her fingernails through my hair.

And I did. I grabbed her hips and drove my cock as deep into her as it could go. And I held still, letting my fluids continue to pump — until I was empty.

Our bodies clung together like it was the end of the world.

Since we had never fucked before, I was not a hundred percent sure that Helena had reached orgasm. Regardless, her entire body reacted as though she had.

Soon, she relaxed.

We lay together for a long while. Later, while half asleep, I rolled over on one side, still holding onto her body. My penis went soft but stayed inside her.

Oh how I greatly appreciate having sex with a mature woman. Helena’s pussy is such a good fit for me. It’s tight enough for a really good fuck, and it’s loose enough to hold me when I’m soft.

We soon passed out and went to sleep.

Some Time Later

How much later? I’m not sure…but it felt like somebody was massaging my feet. Very gently. Was I imagining it?

My face was in Helena’s neck. I smelled her bath soap and the scent of her shampoo. My arms were around her body. Her breasts were pressed against my chest with her nipples pulling in my chest hair. My penis was still inside her. Oh god, this was a wonderful way to wake up.

Was somebody actually rubbing my feet?

I pulled my head away from Helena’s neck and looked around.

There was Anna, sitting on the end of the bed. She was smiling at me and gently massaging my feet.

“I see you and my mother have made friends.”

I studied her face for a few moments before I answered her.

“You aren’t mad at me?”

“No, honey. I’m actually quite glad. Because, with two women to take care of you, maybe you’ll stay with us for a while.”

I didn’t move. But rather, buried my face back into Helena’s neck and pulled her naked body even closer against me.

There was movement behind me as Anna stood up. Out of my peripheral vision I saw her removing her clothes, Then, I felt her naked body pressing against my back as she climbed into bed. She pulled the comforter up over all three of us.

I felt Helena’s hand as she reached around me and patted Anna’s butt. Mother and daughter were both happy about this situation.

The women had me deliciously sandwiched between them. Both of them hugged me and pressed their breasts against me. Helena’s breasts against my chest. And Anna’s breasts against my back.

Anna’s mouth was very near to my ear when she whispered, “Let’s rest a little while and then see about having some lunch.”

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This is a true story. Only the names were changed. My relationship with them was truly a “threesome.” However, by their choice, our sex was almost always just two in a bed. Mama liked to take care of me in the morning when Anna was working. Then Anna slept with me at night. It was a very desirable and workable situation for all concerned. I stayed with Anna and Helena until a year later when I was sent to another part of the world.