I suppose I was a bit of an anachronism being a young guy and still living in the village. Most of the young people left for the city to get work, and...that included the girls. Had it been around two or three decades back I would probably, like most of the village lads then, have got one of the local girls pregnant and married her. As it was, and having no desire to get married anyway, I had to look elsewhere for my gratification, and that wasn’t really hard to get as long as I wasn’t too. Caitlin’s eyes widened and then a grin spread across her face, “No, mom; it’ll be the second!”Both women glanced up at Michael as his shaft stiffened to full hardness within seconds at his sister’s words; the head just an inch from his belly button as it twitched and throbbed. “So did you like sucking cock?” Anna asked as she reached for her son’s shaft and grasped lightly, pulling downwards and watching his foreskin roll back exposing the red bulbous glans completely. Like father, like son she. As she rode him, she moved her breasts closer to his face, dropping her heavy DDD breasts into his mouth. I knew all too well the pleasure that she was enduring now. As I sat in the chair next to the bed and watched, I pulled out a double ended dildo and worked it in and out of my hot wet pussy. Randy and Adrianna motioned me to come into the bed. Adrianna and I laid on opposite sides of each other so that we could use the double ended dildo together. As both of our wet pussies gushed against. Mental scars could not be expunged from the mind so easily. Time is the only healer, and that, not very successful.Every year, the ever dwindling numbers of ex-service men, filed along the Mall, a proud march, to lay wreaths of poppies at the Cenotaph and pay their respects. Each had a story of the last world war, holding memories of fallen comrades and friends; Small and large victories; amusing anecdotes and tales to enthral young children, or bore the elder, young men. Not all of the war had.