She stands there just looking at him with big doe eyes until he screams NOW, you little slut!!. Hurriedly she shucks off everything until she is cring...ng against the wall in just her lavender, bikini panties. He looks steadily at her and demands...those too. Blushing furiously, she lowers her panties and gingerly steps out of them. Tears start running down her cheeks as she stands before him, his prying eyes trying to take everything in about her. She tries to cover herself with her hands as. “Goodnight, H. You’re becoming my shining knight.” She kissed me again and snuggled her back into my front before dropping off to sleep almost immediately, the poor woman had given everything for her company today.I don’t think she heard me whisper, “And you’re becoming my night and day.”It took me a lot longer to drop off, my hand relaxed from holding her breast but, as I tried to remove it, Gina snuffled in her sleep and held my hand close to her hot breast. It took me a lot longer to drop. This tale recalls one encounter pre-lockdown, which I still wank and fantasise over to this day. It may sound typical to include a tradesman in the tale, but how many other times do strange men come to your house? Often we do nothing about it, but when a man came to price an extension a few months ago we had some fun. The chap (Dom) arrived and he was about my age, obviously fairly fit, but rather manly with tattoos and a bit of a ‘geezer’ accent, if you know what I mean. I was chatting when. It was very difficult to reverse that thinking, especially for a Dove that was a fighter and not a whore. They still believe they will win in the end because they are ‘right’.CGB knew only the winners of War get to decide who’s fucking right.Liberals, even with the help of beautiful Doves like Morgan, didn’t have the ability to do what it took to actually win. To kill those that needed to die and enslave those that couldn’t protect themselves was something only the Nationalists could do.He.