She thought the old man had lost his mind along with his ample hard-on as he climbed off her naked ass. He had recognized the brandy-wine birthmark that resembled a butterfly behind her left ear from 19-years before, the day he used his body to shield her from the ensuing gunfire that had killed her mother.
She was only three then and had no memory of her fucking rescuer now.
The Old Blog in the Desert 
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