Charles glanced at him in the mirror with a grin on his face. ‘You don’t know how many times I’ve wondered that myself over the years! It would ...ure as hell explain a lot!’ They both laughed. Diana chuckled, too. Then she said thoughtfully, ‘I could probably like your sister, Liz. She’s a lot like me personality-wise… except for her inability to handle money! She’s a lot of fun to be around and she’s very talented in many ways… but she’s a bit conceited about it, too. She likes to brag on. He spoke calmly as though explaining his actions to me. His big strong hands are suddenly inside my panties touching and stroking all my pussy, running his fingers up and down my wet slit, slicking my juices all over my pussy. He pushes his finger into my cunt and I moan loudly, then he starts rubbing my clit which feels hard, harder than my nipples. His wife cums moaning loudly, I watch her has she softly strokes her clit as her breathing and spasms subside. Margaret, come over here. he talks. A friend of hers had broken up with her boyfriend. They’d been living together, but their relationship had been on the ropes. There’d been some kind of flareup, he’d hit her, she’d stormed out. She had someplace to stay for tonight, but needed someplace to stay tomorrow. ‘I really, really wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t kind of an emergency, but do you think we could we put her up here? Just for a couple of nights? I know it will be crowded, but I promise she won’t be any trouble. I know it’s asking. He'd be more hindrance than help. No battlefield commander needs help shaving the enemy. This was the Vietnam War waged on the home front - in a home - on the dining table battlefield where so many battles had been fought.There was the battle to say fuck at the dinner table.There was the battle to eat naked at the dinner table.There was the battle to eat naked while masturbating at the dinner table.There was the battle to eat naked while masturbating with bare feet on the table at the dinner.