“You know where the glasses are,” I said as we entered the kitchen. As Eddie reached up into the cabinet for the glasses, I walked up behind him, ...ubbing my breasts against his back.He turned and stared into my eyes. He was trapped between my body and the tiled counter to his back. I rubbed against that bulge in his jeans. And he rubbed back. I moaned slightly. It had been too long since I had any sex.When I moaned, Eddie just smiled. Then he got a little more bold, grabbing my boobs through my. They strained together, Dearg's massive cock plowing into Seth's insides, rising as one to the peak. Dearg toppled first, straining, shoving his cock into Seth's depths as hard as he could, spending himself deep within, the heat of his release scorching, overpowering. Seth fell after him, brought to his end by the huge cock pulsing and spurting cum inside him, crying out as he sprayed along his own stomach and chest without even touching his cock once. Dearg fell forward and caught himself. .That had been about an hour ago; I'd tucked him into bed and gone back downstairs to watch tv and wait until I knew he was asleep. I had just gone up to check him and the k**s and they were all sleeping soundly. Before I went back downstairs, I went into the bathroom to freshen up a bit and brush my teeth. I also changed into my favorite satin red nightie. It had spaghetti straps and came to mid thigh. I wore no bra or panties underneath and the feeling of the material on my naked skin was. 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.