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 been about blood and guts, mud, hard rations or killing the Germans and the Japanese. Some of it had lighter. She was the kind of girl that turned heads almost everywhere she went, and she knew it. Lana also knew the effect dressing this way had on men. Most of the time she dressed a little less revealingly, but on days when she was feeling mischievous, or just plain horny, she would dress this way, go to the gym, and get off on the stares and attention, pretending to be oblivious. Trips to the gym on days like this were often followed by intense orgasms in the parking lot afterwards, with her fingers. ..." The phone rang...I knew who it was and I'm sure Debbie knew....it was Tina. She had been calling me for weeks, sometimes she just hang up, other times she'd just say mean things to upset me. I moved my pelvis up, pushing my penis up inside Debbie more. She was distracted in thought more than the phone. I pulled her over and we kissed until the phone stopped ringing. I rolled Debbie over and got on top without my cock falling out. I lifted Debbie's legs up to either side of me and moved. When she got to her apartment, she was so sad, angry and confused, she dropped her things on the couch and headed straight for the shower, in which she took a hasty shower and then dried off, then headed straight for her bed, in which she started to cry herself to sleep when she felt a hand touch her face and a man’s voice say, ‘It’s all right, Shana, I am here’ as his hand traveled to her neck where he proceeded to push her hair off it and gently kiss it. ‘Bret, why aren’t you with your.