”She smiled. “I’m sure you will. I think I know you well enough now that you’re not just another pretty face,” she grinned.“My grandparent... are leaving this coming Saturday afternoon. Is that too soon?” I wondered.“No. This afternoon isn’t too soon,” she said with a stern look.“Oh ... well ... okay then, let’s plan something for next Saturday ... okay?”“Are you sure you wouldn’t like to get a head start today?” she said with a sly grin.There was no mistaking her intention. She’d made up her. It was the look of a wolf looking at a particularly tasty hare or deer. He was making no effort to hide his desire and lust for Jill, and she, in turn, seemed totally aware of this and to be enjoying his attention.I looked back to Byron, his expression seemingly asking me what I was going to do. Seemingly an unspoken challenge. I think it was exactly the spur I needed, as otherwise I might have stood there watching forever. Pushing through the crowd I slowly got closer and closer, but the crowd. It was quite by accident. You see, it was in my 13th year and the war in Europe was reaching its bloody height during 1944. Although our little town paper only came out once a week, and even then it was filled almost entirely with county news, everyone kept up with the War news thanks to the radio. Of course the conflict in the Pacific had been turning our way since the Battle of Midway in 1942, but we still paid close attention to what our Marines and Navy were facing there. In Europe D-Day. He just stopped pushing for a second and then he pushed another two inches in…My wife was bucking and fucking towards him trying to get more cock inside. She was moaning and groaning and begging for it.All of a sudden Richie pulled out and then slammed back into her, about five inches, six inches, seven inches.The first strokes were slow; but went faster and her pussy creamed around this hard ebony intruder. I saw the black stud was down on my wife, whispering things in her ear as he did his.