I stayed behind the mailboxes and started caressing my breasts and lightly pinching my nipples. I slid one hand down to my now soaked pussy and stroke... my finger up and down my slit a few times. I needed to cum. I walked back to my house and sat down on my porch steps. I spread my knees wide apart and dove right in with three fingers in my soaking pussy. I came immediately, but finger fucked myself through two more orgasms. Now spent, I got up and walked into the house on wobbly legs. The next. Your granddad fought on the Normandy beaches, and said it was a hell on earth! What I went through in National Service, was nothing compared to that. You young k**s could learn a lot by seeing a war for your selves.” Mr Tyler thought this was a way of solving the family problems, and saw nothing wrong with it. His wife strongly disagreed. “My c***dren are not going to their deaths in some stupid war! I don’t care what loyalty we owe, let someone else do the fighting for a change.” Their. I awoke suddenly and it was still dark outside. I looked down to see that Heather had backed into me, snuggled up in my arms. We were quite warm from the fire and she felt really good in my arms. Too good. Her soft, warm body made my manhood uncontrollably twitch. I noticed that I had a hand dangerously close to her young breasts.I shifted slightly and she stirred. My throbbing cock was now firmly pressed against her soft ass. In a few beating moments she turned to me and smiled."Mmmm," she. "Mommy says he my garring angel and looking over me." Yes, he probably is your guardian angel." I've never had to talk to a three year old about her dead father."I don't remember him but mommy said he was a good man. I have a pitcher of him holding me when I was a baby. It's by my bed."She seemed to handle it pretty good. I was the one who was lost for words. I looked over at the door and my dad was smiling. He then turned and walked back to his chair."So, what do you like at McDonalds?" I.