Her fingers began to tease my nipples and they hardened at her touch. I could feel my body respond to her. Caitlin’s other hand began to roam down m... stomach, searching for my sex. She let a finger slide up and down my slit, teasing my clit with each stroke. Slowly and gently, she teased me. Looking into my eyes, she softly slid two fingers inside me. I could feel my pussy clench with desire, and I moaned loudly into Caitlin’s ear. Caitlin softly pumped two fingers in and out of my pussy. Her. "Kim." Hello, Kim."She's grinning knowingly at me. "I was starting to wonder if you'd ever make it." Never in doubt." Well I'm sure glad you did."She raises her glass and I clink with mine. It's a rocking good start.We settle in, get to know each other over a couple of drinks. She's flirty and fun and time flies. We both know where this is heading and we're happy as larry about it."How old are you, sugar?" she asks."Twenny five ... about the same as you, right?" I say, snowing her."I love you. Judging her to be ready, he slides the head of his cock between her ass cheeks and into her. With slow, shallow thrusts, he stretches her, feeling his cock sinking deeper each time. Finally sinking all the way home he pauses, letting Kris adjust to the size and feel of him. Not satisfied with the wait, she wriggles her hand in between their bodies. Reaching her destination, Kris strokes any bare skin she can find, his stomach, his balls, the base of his cock. Groaning, the man begins to move in. A young newspaper seller hollered the headline."Nazi bombers turn on London."I didn’t need to buy a newspaper to tell me that. The evidence sat on the opposite side of the street. It was a strange feeling as I joined the group of bewildered onlookers. We gazed at the smouldering wreckage of my local dancehall.The pain still raw, I wiped a tear from my eye. Just like the masonry, so many of my memoires now lay in pieces. I hadn’t expected to mourn for bricks and mortar. But seeing its rubble.