Red Fred she loved and was to have married, but he took to beating her, and it wasn't once or twice, either, it was more times than twice, too many ti...es for her to count. Still she might have stayed with him, after all it was not with his fists like some fellows do, only with those great flat heavy hands of his, and sometimes his big leather belt, and only after he'd been drinking. But he also took to telling jokes when they were with his buddies – or when they were alone together, like after. Before she could answer the chubby female cop came out to check on her. At least she didn’t come out with guns blazing. “Mr Boyd, what can we do for you?” she asked.“Just looking for Hondo. He seems to have made a new friend,” I said.“Do you want to take him home?” she asked.“No, he will come home when he is ready,” I said.“By the way are you going to be home the rest of the day?”“I think so why?” I asked.“I just like to have a handle on the assets on hand,” She said.“I’m really not an asset. I. I would be glad to see you then."Thus it was that I began to visit Ethel, initially once a week for an hour, but gradually that extended as she shed her village responsibilities. I was far from her only visitor, but I think I was the most regular. She was fascinating. Born in 1921, she talked about her childhood, which seemed happy, even when the Great Depression hit. Her father, a solicitor, indulged her and enabled her to learn to fly, so she was able to join the ATA and ferry military. I've loved you for a thousand years..."They worked for it together, hips pumping, slowly, but so urgently, their souls as open to each other as their mouths, his cock plunging smoothly in and out of her heart, her pussy encasing and caressing and slickly slurping at his own. They fucked with the passion of two lifetimes, with the hunger of a broken, healing heart, with the deep love that found them far apart and brought them back to come together, to come hard together, to come and cry together.