"She read it to him: August 8, 1918 The dreaded letter came in the morning mail. Joseph was killed at Belleau Wood in France. I feared ...uch would happen, and I tried to prevent her from putting on those dreadful clothes. But the anti-German sentiment has been intense, and she wanted to do her part against the evil Hun. I wish we'd never seen this house and it's curse. I shall lock all of the cursed clothes up, hide them such that future denizens of this house. Fresh bread. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was barely past seven. "We'll be over shortly," I told her, seeing Rhonda only then rolling over wrapping her mouth around my flaccid penis. "Actually, make that about a half hour," I amended.Once again Maggie laughed. "Tell Rhonda she'll have to hurry with you then, or the bread will be too cold to fully enjoy by the time she finishes sucking you off." How'd you know?" I began to ask. But Maggie had already hung up.Rhonda had left by. I'm not sure I had ever cum so hard as I began to settle onto her after I had blasted several loads on my stomach.Sandy eased us up and we again were profiled in the mirror. It looked as if I were sitting on her lap. You couldn't see the giant cock still imbedded deep in my ass. "Clean it up baby. Clean up your mess," she commanded me. I raised my hand coated with my own cum to my mouth and tasted the salty remnants before scooping up more from my stomach and licking that off my fingers too.. No one would be riding today. Still somewhatdazed, I pottered about, clearing away riding boots, the glasses from theevening's drinks and Rosie's jade cigarette holder. I had done the dishesthe night before while Rosie was having her private chat with the girls.I began to wonder what that was all about, but the effect of my silkypyjamas on my newly sensitised skin and the ever present stimulation ofthe plug made it hard to gather my wits.I made a pot of tea, knowing that Rosie would appreciate.