That is the way it had been in existence since World War One and there was not much of a push to create a new military service when there was a war to...be fought.In the course of events, it was the Army Air Force (AAF) that flew into battle over the skies of Europe in July, 1942 to attack a series of Luftwaffe airfields in exposed positions near the English Channel. It would turn out that the AAF bombing campaign in Europe would be subject to significant losses but the organization and planning. They took a short nap and then dressed, both eager to meet Marilyn, to Rosa, a lady of mystery. To Dutch, a woman, who until Rosa, had been the best woman he'd ever known.Rosa was elegance itself, in a gypsy-style blouse and organza off-the-shoulder dress as they arrived at Marilyn's brownstone. Marilyn had shooed the girls out, arranging for them to spend the night at Tucker's. She wanted Dutch and his fiancée all to herself.The women hit it off from the very beginning. Both were. After some time, still kneeling down it front of me, he put his four long fingers in his right hand into my pussy and started hand fucking me. Quickly, he paced up and after a while, he was doing it faster than I could count. I felt like I was losing my mind. I was screaming.“Oh…my…Go-o-o-od! A-a-a-a-ah!”After some more time, he stopped and when he did, I repeatedly gushed out loads of juice outta my pussy to his face. I was just hanging from where my hands had been tied, almost passed. But I wasn't going to be bested so easily, especially by some young hundred and ten pound, twenty-four-year-old girl!“Oh, Daddy, I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum so hard! Please make me cum! Please, Daddy, please!” she cried out, nearly hysterical. I didn’t have to make her cum. As soon as she spoke the words, the deed followed."Oh, FUUUCKKK!" she screamed. She thrust her hips up high as she squirted pussy juice out in an arching stream to lad near the foot of the bed. She squirted several times.