The war had stopped new stuff appearing on the market but second hand equipment was still available.So, one bright morning in March 1942, I got the bu... to Eastbourne station. I bought a return ticket to Victoria. The train, when it arrived, was dirty and slow. We made our way up to London. It was a far cry from my memories of 1934 when we first moved. As we made our way through the outskirts of London I saw many landmarks were now piles of rubble. We went through Balham, and I saw the area. Mark saw her bra draped across a chair, her skirt in a puddle on the floor, and her blouse hung loosely on top of the coffee table. Craig was sitting on the love seat, while Dale rested on the sofa. Mark saw Scott standing in front of his wife, her hand on his thigh. His cock leapt against him, as he moved to lean against the balcony doorway. The coolness of the window hit his fevered flesh as he settled back to watch his wife live out one of his fantasies.Penny slid up onto her knees, and ran. Smacking your plump behind, then wrapping my arms around you and pulling your spandex covered ass against my bare crotch, grinding myself against you, reaching my hands up and cupping your bare breasts, softly starting to knead them. Feeling you jump a little at my contact, then realizing it’s me, leaning yourself back against me, lightly moaning as I trace circles around your areola with my fingertips, slowly making my way towards your pink nipples, taking my time, drawing it out as long as. The sight of young ones dancing aroused all of my crude pent-up sexual appetites. I got myself so stimulated by playing with my nipples that I pulled my skirt up exposing my bald pussy. The maid came to my side, topless, showing her pointy swollen puffies with nipples that were begging to be sucked. She with calm resoluteness put small flowers into my braids. “The flower mean you virgin,” she said. In my mind I answered “Virgin or not, I want to be fucked”. She slowly ran her fingers from my.