“Since you guys are talking about my future, I think you might want to hear from me,” Wendy said.Beth said, “If we spanked our kids, I would spa...k you right now Wendy. Since when has listening through the door been acceptable in this house?”“Well mom, I’m a lot like Mandy in that I love daddy and I want him to be my first lover, but sometimes I want to get in trouble and get spanked before he makes love to me. Sometimes I want to take over your job as family pervert mom. I want him to hold me. Even after I had fucked Jackie wildly and with every ounce of my strength, she had come back wanting more! Incredible, what I do to her, I thought. We laid there together just playing with each other. Her with those delicate little hands, toying with my floppy dick that she had just drained the last goddam drop of cum out of; me with my hand cupped over the sopping-wetting-est cunt that ever mankind has seen.She was a mess; her hair all matted in my cum and her pussy juices; her pussy open wide. This all came down to a stolen dress and lingerie, but they were the only replacements I could find for some quick satisfaction. Should I tell them of my leanings? Of my hopes at the end of this damn war?I hope that you can help my various predicaments and I await your considered response.Always your humble servant,Captain Quentin StockingMy billet is currently the Bas et Culottes farmhouse just west of Lille in France, on the Maginot line. Dear Captain StockingI'm fuming. What an utter. In my pussy. In my ass. Every day. Morning, noon or night. I loved it. We just never spoke of it. There were no secret looks. We didn't snuggle or giggle together. And, unless we had the house to ourselves, we hardly made a sound. If we suspected anyone was within earshot, we never said things like, "Want me spread my legs for you, Daddy?" Or "Your daddy's gonna fuck that ass now. Get on your knees." Or "Shove that dick in me, daddy! Cum in your little girl. Give me your cum. Fill my cunt up.