The British were working on a new type of vehicle to use against an entrenched enemy. It had big tracks that made it able to climb out of holes, go ov...r logs, and take the battle to the enemy no matter what he was hiding behind. But they couldn’t call it a tractor or a truck without giving away the secret, so they told everybody they were working on big tanks, but they didn’t say tanks of what. The new secret weapons needed massive amounts of steel plate, and the German spies bought into the. Josh pulled away and she complained that she needed to be licked but instantly stopped when she felt his cock about to enter her. He paused and then she told the room she needed fucking. A little awkwardly on his knees Josh started to fuck her and as he did, with a little help, she held the cock of two others that had moved close to her head in each hand and tried to toss them off. The others stood masturbating waiting their turn and, where they could, tried to feel her tits.As Josh pumped in. I was fifty five at the time, and going through a rather nasty divorce. I still regarded myself as attractive with shoulder length blonde hair, lovely brown eyes and still had a reasonable figure, with the best parts being my bum and my tits. Time has been kind to me.I used to get the odd comment from the lads, and one in particular who kept saying he would like to take me out, and how good I looked for my age. I passed this off as just boys having a bit of fun to pass the time of day. This day. After all, when her husband had called, Donna’s well-fucked pussy was still half-filled with old Roscoe. That’s when I noticed what had to be a mixture of my semen and her pussy juice slowly oozing down one of her bare, trembling legs. With my luck, her guilt-trip would end with a tearfully confession of everything, followed by her outraged, honky husband coming after the guy, in this case the nigger, who’d defiled his little white wife. Not only was I probably going to lose the best piece of.