ChurchillAll of a sudden, the Yanks were everywhere. They were all over North Africa. They were driving up and down the British country roads in their...jeeps and tanks and even training on the beaches in Scotland and England. It wasn’t just the sheer numbers, it was the vitality and the confidence they exuded that was contagious to the British populace about the eventual defeat of Hitler and his Nazi goons. They hated it, but they still loved it because it was so different to the doom and gloom. "Now that I know he's getting some pussy, I'd love for him to do me sometime soon." Why don't we arrange for you to sleep over at my house, Pam, and while you're there in my home, you and Frank can fuck in my bed? I'll set it up -- how about this Friday night?" Lindsey said as she realized her nipples were now hard from her semi-aroused state."Let's do it," Pam said as she got up and headed out to her house for the rest of the evening. That night Pam and Lindsey both lay in their beds, playing. Using both hands the woman moved his cock so that the head was lodged at the opening of her dripping wet tunnel of delight. She moved down on his cock, never breaking their eye contact. She had a look of sheer concentration on her face, focusing her thoughts on the penetration of his cock into her innermost recesses.The hot-blooded woman took an inch into her and then stopped. John could feel the softness and heat of her pussy around the head of his cock. The memory of her sister's tight. “Are we good” I asked.“I don’t think a little flash of some cunt lips will do this time” and as he said this he pulled a little flick knife from his jacket and stepped a little closer.Fiona and Alice both gasped and stepped back a little and I began to wonder whether giving the tramp a fiver and getting them to flash some cunt was a good idea; at this moment in time it seemed as though it was a bad idea and at the same time exciting because I knew that it wasn’t me the tramps were interested in.