When he turned to greet his friend, he was looking at Tracy Kimball standing in the doorway.He was completely at a loss for words as they just stood l...oking at each other. Finally, in desperation for something to say, he asked, "Uh, have you had lunch yet?"She couldn't help it, she had to laugh, "Well, I guess that's as good an opener as any. No, Charlie, I haven't had lunch. Are you inviting me?"He grinned, embarrassed. "I'm sorry. Hi, Tracy. It's just that you're about the last person in the. After theyve gone you lean over and whisper "come to my room when your finished you naughty boy" you pick upp your wine wink and walk out very elegantly.I finish my shift and decide to come upto you room I knock and after a minute you open the door you pull me in and kiss me on the lips I kiss you back you take my hand and lead me to the desk chair you push me into the chair you rub me through my tousers and you can feel me getting hard. "you see your are a naughty boy what am i going to do to. Living in London through the Blitz was dangerous. Thousands had died. He’d had messmates who had learnt that their family, be it mum and dad or wife and children, had been obliterated by the nightly bombing. London, Coventry, Bristol, Plymouth and many, many more, they had all suffered the devastation of modern warfare. And then there was her. She probably had a proper man by now. London was crawling with young men in uniform. She’d be an officer’s lady, he thought and felt a wounding stab. . Since it was Summer, often they would hop into bed naked. This allowed me to repeat this performance a few times, when Mom was lying on her side or on her belly. I loved her on her side, her pussy pushing out between her legs, easy for me to get my finger in her tight pussy. I’d work it in and out a bit, when she moaned too much, I retreated to my room to jerk off and lick my fingers clean.Fall came, and my parents did not sleep nude as the temperature in the house was chillier. But I still.