Eliza read the 'London Illustrated News' on the bus as she rode home from the hospital where she worked. Typically it was filled with war news. The Am...ricans held at Belleau Wood, Germans expected to advance on the French in the Marne area. Russia was collapsing into chaos, the Austrians and Germans were nearing Venice in Italy and the Bulgarians had the Allies pinned down at Salonika. The war's end seems as far away as ever."You come with us, Lizzie girl. You need a night out. We're going down. “Monica, I presume?” I enquired.“Yes and this is my husband Pete,” was the reply.She stepped into the house and we hugged. I kissed her cheek politely. Pete followed, we shook hands and he handed me a bottle of red.Monica dashed straight into the kitchen. Shrills of delight could be heard as the two friends greeted each other. Pete and I looked at each other in a manly, nonplussed way.I looked at Pete, “Let’s leave them to it for a bit. Can I get you a drink?” I said.“A glass of red will do the. I want to see you cum on my cock.” I said. Katie slid her legs down, those wonderful breasts in my face for a fleeting moment. Reaching between her legs, she reached for my cock and guided it to her pussy. As she sat down, impaling herself on my cock, I thought of that Cadillac pussy again. She rocked back and forth, lubricating my cock with her pussy juice, then set a steady rhythm. It was complete bliss. I loved the way her tits were swinging, gently swaying just inches from my face. I. She noticed the half empty bottle of whisky. ?Why don?t you come sit down with your father.? He said tapping the coffee table. As Kate approached the table she noticed that she forgot to take her underwear off when she got home. Her father had a strict rule about no underwear on in the house.She sat on the table knowing what was about to happen. ?Did you have a good day at school?? Her father said, stumbling and tripping on his words. Kate nodded starring at her shirtless father. Which any.