‘Fuck that was nice, you are a great sucker. I hope you fuck as well’. She gave a giggle as they began to leave but didn’t lessen her grip on hi... as they walked towards his car. “Do you live far?” he asked. She told him that she had walked so the drive to her abode was mere minutes and her invite to stay was certainly not rejected and as ‘fucking’ was the whole intention it wasn’t long before she was bucking and gasping as he plunged his length up that very hairy crack and buried his mouth over. I was going to restore some of that glory back to it. I knew it was going to be a long process. The house was solid, but in disarray. For one, the huge stone fireplace that made up half of the living room wall was falling apart. I was going to have my hands full repairing it in time for winter. Still, for a house that had sat empty for almost thirty years, it was in very good shape. Some new paint and a few holes patched here and there, and the house would look as good as new.The upside. A curious mix of illicit sexuality and hedonistic enjoyment seemed to infuse the smoke stained bricks of the buildings. The garish neon signs were gone from the clubs, of course, banished by the blackout legislation but there were plenty of servicemen on leave, keen to find a way to forget about life for a while. Sharp suited men still slouched at the entrance to the clubs, enticing passers by with their promises of a "lovely time with lovely girls".Clegg knew better. He pushed his way across. Sally moved her face close warily, and pushed her wet tongue from her mouth. She probed at her brother’s cock gingerly, barely touching his cock shaft. Marla watched, amused by Sally. She had sucked her cunt so eagerly before, delving her tongue deeply, smearing her face into the hairy wetness, yet now she seemed worded about taking a hard cock into her mouth. There were many girls who would eagerly lick a cunt, but refuse to suck a cock. Marla knew that, though she was not one of them. There.