I am at work. Love you.FThe next week Freda took off from her wartime job as a nursing auxiliary to stay with him. It was a week of unadulterated sex,...interspersed with parties, dances and nights at the flicks. Interspersed with nights in the air raid shelter as the Luftwaffe did their best to make life difficult ... It was at the end of the week that Freda shyly invited him to move in with her on a permanent basis. From then on Tony, and Freda entered into a serious relationship.Six days later. "Oh daddy, I'll always be your little girl!" I said to reassure him, but he still seemed upset behind the weak smile he gave in response. "I have an idea daddy, why don't you read me a story like you use to. You could read me my favorite one, you know, the one about the flower." He seemed to really like that idea. He turned to my bookcase, and pulled out the book I still kept on my shelf. He walked over to my bed and sat down next to me. I laid my head against his chest as he wrapped his arm. Woh facch facch facch ki sound se pel rahe the.ham dono chilla rahe the chodo chodo chodo.aaaah mere raja.main teri rani pel de mujhako.aur jor se….aaaaaaaaaaaaa……cccccccccccccccccccc…………..aur ker.aur under tak. Bhaiya ne mujhe apna thook diya aur bole…yeh meri rakhail…yeh le lund yeh le le le le e…aaaaa..unke dhakke bahut hi solid the.meri fati ja rahi thi.maine apni taange utha li.woh mere pet pe hath rakh k daba rrahe the.main boli hath hata lo nahi to main moot doongi.woh aur jor se dabane. The breeze was pleasant on a well trimmed sac, but the slight brush of the tip on the canvas lines made driftwood no longer a moment of imagination. The man began to sleep, perchance to dream, and lilted to his side. He would have slept on but for the delicate feel of pressure on his cock. In his twilight dreamworld he was fishing from a dock (a simple letter off) and so rolled to his side — towards the feel of the pressure. Before long his manhood had risen to the point at which it lifted.