I knew that everyone in the house musthave been wondering what was going on. But I wanted it sooo much."Don't stop," Candy seethed. "Or else I will!" ...um on me Candy! Cover me with sperm! I'm a cum slut and love yourcream. Please Candy! Do it now! I want it!" I shouted with all thatwas in me. And then suddenly, Candy was towering over my face, hosingme with long, thick, streams of milky sperm. She shot it into mymouth, into my eyes and all over my face. I'd thought Jack hadsquirted a lot of cum. I love the feel of the cream on my tongue.”Ronald looked at his wife and she nodded in permission and he stood over the cross-legged young girl and he pulled her head back by her pig-tail and squirted a long line of white cream into her mouth. Betsy squirmed and bounced on the bed and she swallowed and swallowed as hard as she possibly could. Then, she opened he mouth widely and showed that the cream was all down in her tummy and that her red tongue was a clean as could be. The wife, Greta,. The fingers on her other hand were playing with the tip of my dick, coating it with my own cum. Meanwhile, my hands found their way to her breasts, and I caressed and squeezed with vigor. My fingers went to her pert nipples and lightly rolled over them again and again, and they grew with excitement. Her lips went to my now swollen cock and her tongue played with my cum. Her mouth then sunk over my dick and she rhythmically bobbed up and down until I thought I would explode. She seemed to. They don't die of gangrene in field hospitals or come home ruined by mustard gas. They either return in one piece or they don't at all. Your Tommy has only seven more missions to fly. Am I correct?”“When he wrote his last letter it was seven. It should be five now. Father, I'm scared.”The doctor watched his only child blot a tear. The last time she did that in front of him was when her mother died nine years earlier. She took it hard, but by the time the funeral ended and the family left.