It was the summer of 1943 and America was at the height of the Second World War. I was nineteen at the time. My boyfriend Johnny was just wrapping up ...is job at the malt shop. A year older than me, he was a soda jerk, he loved that job. He was saving up to buy his first car, so he took any job that really was available. I made my way to the malt shop and found him behind the same counter he had been behind for a month. Johnny waved to me as soon as he saw me. I was just about to wave back when. I would be in the bathroom drying myself up & he would appear with his trousers down, hard as a rock. It was routine I would drop my pants & speedo & just bend down in front of him & feel as his hands grip my lower waist. After a short while he stops being hard & just becomes limp. Still feels good because I could tease him & I can just slap his limp dark cock all over his face & make him cum. The invite to anal would always end in a facial or an assjob, always. I can't say we were getting. Her swelling sex now wanted Dianne's full attention. Her breasts ached with arousal and her suckled bullet-like nipples pushed deeper into Dianne's wonderful mouth.Dianne's finger slipped onto Jessie's engorged, rigid clitoris. Her slick fingers began swirling and manipulating the extended organ of joy.Jessie wailed in joy and ground her sex excitedly against the loving finger."AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!"Again that loving finger slipped downward between the flared. Who aage se aya aur pehle jor se apna lund mere chehre par mara, jub maine upar dekha toh who mujhe kehne laga chus randi is lund ko chus kar is per dher sara thuk laga de. Maine bhi uske lund ko moonh mein lekar jor se choosa aur uske lund par thook diya. Le sale mere thuk se meri hi gaand marega aaja maar main apne gaand se tere lund ko cheel dungi. Itna sunte hi Gullu pure josh mein mere peeche aaya aur meri kamar ko pakad liya. Meri gand ke samne apna lund laga ke jor ka thap diya. Lund.