She grabbed his hand and ran for the elevator, and pressed the button for the 11th floor. The elevator didn’t move.“Shit—after hours,” Lauren ...aid as she held her badge to the electronic sensor pad.The elevator started moving, and Lauren moved on her husband. She pinned him against the elevator wall and kissed him hard as she ground her hips into his. She felt his pole bumping against her—it wouldn’t be long.Satisfaction guaranteedThe elevator door opened, and she grabbed his hand and ran for. "Yes, Daddy," Beth replied. " It's Jack, all right. In fact, it's Jack all over."August 1942The small grey ship inched its way up the Mersey to the naval dock. Another Atlantic convoy over. More 'tools to finish the job', as Churchill had called them, delivered safely but almost as many now littered the ocean floor. Petty Officer (Acting) Jack Reynolds, twenty-one and now a veteran, was at the wheel, as usual. As the coxswain of HM Corvette Speedwell, it was his job to steer the ship in action. She walked from room to room with just the light from the full moon streaming into the windows guiding her way. Nothing about this place seemed familiar to her.She opened the heavy wooden front door and walked out into the late night, she didn't know where her fragile legs would take her, her bare feet walking on the rough gravel and then grass and then eventually thru the wet mossy wooden groves thick with tall trees thru the woods. The fog was rolling in as she walked for a long time not. I reach for his zipper, but I only find in the next moment they’re pinned to the wall beneath his hand. My back arches away from the wall as his mouth sucks my nipple hard, teeth grazing. I feel the rough jolt of his other hand unfastening his jeans and the earnest movement to push them down. Finally, I feel his cock against my soaking slit. The torturous feeling as it slides up and down between my lips. I push my hips out, grinding into him, begging him to fuck me. His hand crushes over my.