It was bound to end sooner or later. They’re both captains and doctors, where I am a nurse and a butterbar, a second lieutenant, the lowest officer ...ank of all. A nurse and a doctor together does push the limits of fraternization a bit, though so does an officer and an NCO. We’re lucky that no such regulations have been imposed yet, but we know that it’s only a matter of time. They need the troops for now and many of them won’t be long-term, career soldiers. They know that. When the Militia. Daddy moved between my legs and took his hard penis in his hand and positioned it at my hot pink entrance. I felt the head of it there, just like I had felt Brantley’s. I wondered if my daddy’s cock head would feel the same as Brantley’s as he slowly penetrated my pink sexual lips with it.Daddy gripped my hips with his hands to give him leverage so that he could shove his erection into my wet orifice. My body began to get hot with anticipation as his hard cock's smooth round head waited. . don’t tell me ... was a bonus.Bridgetown was too small for a bank.According to the folder, Bridgetown was named aft a man called Bridge. There wasn’t a bridge at Bridgetown. The Inn was Bridge’s Inn ... Bridgetown.Just like the town with the bank ... Pain’s wick. Named after a lamp that burned its igniter. Painswick. Remember ... these towns and villages were kidnapped from dark to middle-ages England. The names don’t have to mean anything.A few miles down the road ... trail ... path ... we. Why don’t you do it right now?”I bit my lower lip, feeling hotter than I’d ever felt in my life. I couldn’t believe my husband was encouraging me to make love to our son. Then a thought came to me. “What... . ? What if he makes me pregnant?” I asked.“Then I guess we’ll have another son or daughter,” he smiled.“If you would have fucked one of the black men I sent to the house and gotten pregnant, that might have been a problem. I wouldn’t have gotten angry, but of course there would have been.