She re-read the postmark, 'Maidstone, Kent, ' and knew who it must be from.'Miss Eliza Simpson, ' it read. ' I have been asked to pass on to you a let...er from a mutual acquaintance. I only do this in memory of my dear sister. Katherine Wilkinson.'In the envelope was a folded piece of brown paper. Evidently shortages had hit Holland as well, Eliza thought.'Dearest E... I promised to write and here it is. I hope to be re-joining my ship soon. I miss you and hope to see you soon. Love K... ''Love. When he joins them they pull him in on it. During this time Brock grabs a quick bite to eat, noticing that it is getting close to time for him to catch the bus to school. Both his parents realize at the same time that they have to get going to work too.After saying their goodbyes, the boy grabs his backpack and is ready to head out the door when he hears a thump upstairs. Since his room is over the kitchen, he knows exactly what it was, or at least who. He feels the slight movement in his jeans. Then we enjoyed more pussy, and you know, just girl stuff like that" She giggled, as did Sandra. "That sounds like a good weekend to me" I answered."Trust me, it was just what we both needed" said Sandra. "Yes it was" offered Glenda, as she rubbed Sandra's leg. Sandra took her hand and intertwined her fingers into Glenda's. "Sounds to me like we all got what we needed" I said. I poured us all another glass of wine. "now, I have some things to ask you girls." They looked at me with puzzled. When her eyes wandered there I slapped her ass making her jump and she gave out a squeal whereupon I gave her another slap on her butt and asked her to cry ‘O maa’ and gave her another whack on her butt and she yelped ‘O maa aahhh’.I then held her face and lifted her in the air. I ripped off her sandals and made her face the Virgin Mary picture and with the other hand pulled down her underwear. I then began poking her vagina and she began to moan. While I was poking her I felt I was not holding.