I gasp as my sphincter stretches around him and feel my pulse race at the sharpness of his entrance coupled with the pleasure of his penetration. Etha... strokes my calves and looks to me with a trace of concern. “You’re so tight Missy.” He slowly withdraws from me and fetches lube from the bedside draw, giving a generous amount to his cockhead and my pucker. He presses himself back against me and this time slides into me with ease. I moan with pleasure at the fullness as he holds me ankles up to. You see I was a typist and never had to shoot a gun again after basic training. The year was 1943 and I was a 18 year old clerk stationed close to good old London. I was billeted with Mrs Shaw, who asked me to call her 'Gwen'. She would call me 'Yank' but always in a sweet way. There was just the two of us in her home as her husband, Harry, was serving in Africa. She always treated me grand and I would bring home extra rations to help her out during those tough times. I was assigned to a. We will sleep out, this night, and then make the castle proper tomorrow," Arel responded absently."Damn, but it is cold," Dev observed."It gets cold up here, long before it does further down the mountain. We have climbed several hundreds of feet up the mountainside already. It is easily enough to feel the change in the temperature," Arel explained"It didn't seem like we were going up," Dev remarked."That's because we did it slowly over the past couple days. We have climbed as far up as we are. Then it dawned on me that she was happier. Friday came. "I'm going out tonight."She announced."Me, too. After the game, I'm invited to an overnight at Shirley Smith's house, if that is okay?" Will Mrs. Smith be there?"Frowning, I said, "Yes, she looks in on us every twenty minutes." Okay."I forgot some music disks, so after the game, I returned home, before going to Shirley's. There was a strange car in the street. Mom's was in the driveway. I always go in the side door. I was about to go.