She looked up at her father, for some reason deciding it would be best if she never raised her eyes to his face so she stopped at his cock. A memory o... how it felt in her mouth rose unbidden to her mind.Her father stopped a few short steps away. "Now, do you have any questions cunt?"Catherine considered. Her body asked her next question. "I'm so thirsty Daddy, and I have to pee so bad, and I'm so tired..."Her father laughed. Well after a night in suspension I would guess so.Catherine blinked in. The sound of you sucking my dick mixed with my groans and your groans are the only sounds in the apartment. You stand to your full height and place that finger from your pussy into my mouth. I gladly lick the wetness from your finger. It tastes like the sweetness from a nectarine, your favourite fruit. The desire to be inside you increases a million fold. I push you up against the wall of the apartment and pull down the straps of your dress. Your now free breasts look like that toy that one. ”She giggled and squirmed when I smeared the gunk across the tight, puckered ring.“Don’t go off at a gallop,” Mrs Spencer said. She was on her side, bottom thrust back, fingers splaying the cheeks of her backside. Twisting around to look back, Mrs Spencer told me to get behind her. “Just slide it in nice and slow,” she said, voice thick and dark.She fingered her rectum, slipping the top joint into her body.“Easy, Sammy,” she muttered when I nudged the cock-head against her. “God, it feels too. .. Numbaa 69.’More thoughtful silence from him this time.Eventually, in a puzzled tone he asks her... ‘You want “garic chicken wif snow peas”?’THE YEAR IS 1917 The year is 1917 “One hundred years ago.” What a difference a century makes! Here are some statistics for the Year 1917:The average life expectancy for men was 47 years.Fuel for cars was sold in drug stores only.Only 14 percent of the homes had a bathtub.Only 8 percent of the homes had a telephone.The maximum speed limit in most cities.