Coming to her stats, she is so pretty and an innocent hottie with a figure of 32-34-32 and perfect shape. I used to appreciate her looks and she used ...o enjoy that.One day, I came in a scooter to the office. Since her home was just 15 minutes away from mine, I asked her if she wants to get dropped. She agreed. It was 11 pm at night. She was wearing leggings and kurta. I was riding the scooter. When I applied the brakes, her nipples touched my back. It was so nice.That day it went like that and. You are the last to remember ration books for everything from gas to sugar to shoes to stoves.You saved tin foil and poured fat into tin cans.You saw cars up on blocks because tires weren’t available.You can remember milk being delivered to your house early in the morning and placed in the “milk box” on the porch.You are the last to see the gold stars in the front windows of grieving neighbours whose sons died in the War.You saw the ‘boys’ home from the war, build their little houses.You are. ”“Why are we standing here?” she said, crossing her arms and tapping her foot.I scooped her into my arms and carried her down the hallway, turning past our rooms to my parents’ bedroom. I set Stephanie down, pulled down the bedspread and cover, and we jumped into bed. I did exactly as she had asked, fucking her hard and fast, our bodies slamming into each other until we both came. I pulled out and moved down and used my tongue to bring her to another screaming orgasm, then French kissed her,. John just smiled from ear to ear and cracked his knuckles. Sarah fell to her knees. She was crying hard now, snot leaking from her nose. I almost felt bad for her, but I chose to feel her instead. "Get up and lay down on the bed with your ass in the air!" I commanded. She did what she was told, crawling on her hands and knees up onto the bed, sobbing all the way. I pulled her panties off of her while John used a heavy sweatshirt of mine to tie her hands to the railing of my bed. "Just like you.