"Yes ... go on Lee ... go on and fill me with your hot spunk ... go on!!!!" I rasped in jagged whispers down his ear, and then at once, he was spurtin... into me like a fire hose.I felt each jet like hot raindrops deep within me and was amazed at the number of times he squirted his sperm to the back of my womb.He was like a kid with a new toy after that. I showed him how to suckle my nipples and how to tickle my clitoris with his fingers, which was enough tuition for one day and as he was erect. ... after you relieve your body, you push me with your legs down on the floor... and climb on me. you spread your legs on my thighs and tear my shirt, and stick your lips on my nipples... and go downwards on my belly. you want my cock so bad... so you did not waste time on licking, kissing and sucking on my body... you throw my pants after a short struggle to taking them off.. and attack my cock so bad indicating that you just released from a prison after a long long years of sentence... you. Did seeing Megan really bother me that much?“Not interested in talking, huh?” Charlotte asked, pulling back to look at me, her eyes full of curiosity. Had I really thought she was scary-looking? Even with her makeup, this close, she was almost beautiful. “Is everything okay?”“It’s fine.” I forced a half-smile on my lips. “I was tired of listening to their nonsense and thought I should get out here.”“Oh, really?” Charlotte asked, a note of skepticism in her voice. “And what is it about me that. She was real very real and all woman?Sometimes I could hear the sound of the heavy guns discharging their deadly cargo. The sound was like a thud, thud, thud. My mind began to wander. What hell were those young men going through? I wanted to bring them home. Bathe them feed them and love each and everyone one of them. Motherly love you could say.In the summer of 1916, I heard the tragic news that Mr. Simon had been killed in action. He was my friend and mentor at the bookshop. Again the shop.