Sheila had been around, before the war, times were tough, her husband tried but there just wasn’t enough work to go around during the depression, he...tried, but she was the real bread winner. They never talked about it if he ever asked, she just told him she was a cocktail waitress, and she would get fired if he ever walked in the place. So she knew what sex was, more important she knew the difference between sex and love. At first she was scared that she was the only one in love in this. Your scent hits me in theface full force filling my nose with your heavy sweet musk. You lookdown at me with that perfect smile I have grown so fond of, with theaddition of you biting your lip. Your emerald opals gazing down at me,waiting with such desire and lust it I can feel it emitting from youreyes.. Awaiting for that strong slippery muscle, moist and ready in mymouth to deliver the tingling stimulation your clit longs to have. Youare smooth as I lean in, my fingers trek along the outside. .. But wait! That was his red and black jumper.And his MadDonald's tee-shirt and his best purple disco shirt. He lookedat Miss Heiffer, who was pulling everything out onto the floor, whilebeside her, Arabella Widely had wheeled a large cylinder which she setup straight and locked into position."Miss Heiffer? ... What are you doing with all my clothes? Here?" Hesaid the words, but he was dazed, in a kind of dream."Ah, your clothes, Mr Johnson, zey are no use to a girl, no?" And shepicked up an. Not much, but I assumed it was all I was going to get until I pried it open myself. I let my cock slide in about an inch, maybe less. Again, Mattie and I gasped together. This was like trying to fuck a soda straw. I could feel that my cockhead was hitting her hymen -- it felt like a little string stretched from one pussy wall to the other. I began to press against it on each stroke, and Mattie really began to feel it."Uh, oh God Ann he's too much. Oh, no, no, he's t-t-tearing me apart. Oh,.