A lot of entries, describing her life in the Wrens and how her day had progressed, soon had me flipping through the pages. Although interesting, the l...fe she narrated was one of austerity. It was easy to imagine the dark, sombre period in our history but, despite this, Grandma looked to enjoy life.Then came an entry detailing events that had great repercussions on her life.o0oHaving won my promotion to Captain, I'm being transferred to London, to work for the ministry of defence. I can't wait.. So quiet and warm and bright.. Only the soft hum of innumerable klieg lights filled the emptiness.Rosalie gave up trying to pry open her memory and just laid still. There was a cool breath of air on her moist private places, just enough to keep her aware of her nakedness. She could feel her body quickening, but her mind was so fogged that she didn't even care. Her nipples hardened and the moisture between her legs was dripping in rivulets down her thighs and puddling beneath her bottom. The. She did not move. Amy was now snoring. I thought for minute, then carefully parted her pussy lips to see inside. My cock was now burning. I pushed a finger inside her, slowly, waiting for a reaction from her. But nothing, Amy just kept snoring. I pushed a second finger inside her this time pushing both fingers in as far as I could go, slowly moving them in and out. I pulled the fingers out, they were dripping wet and smelled so good. Amy's pussy was all open and so inviting plus Amy was still. My brain told me to get the hell away from him, a split second later it had turned on me. I found myself doing as he asked. My hands flat on the dirt either side of his head. His face nuzzled my chest. My breasts hung down only stopping from hitting him in the face by my sweat-stained shirt. He opened his mouth, then with his tongue, he licked my shirt around my nipples until it was soaked. My nipples rubbed against the wet material. It was a warm wetness. There was no chance anything would.