As it turns out, he's the author of a book that Brad just finished reading about his father's experiences in World War II. Most of the source material...was a journal that his father kept, along with his letters home to his family. He's fortunate because his father is still alive. The old guy has a remarkable memory and was a great source of information.Brad told her that he's anxious to meet her husband and discuss the book.We took our coffee out to the patio and sat around talking most of the. "Toast?" I enquired."Yes please."Only a few simple words and a few simple actions but I felt some of my resentment of her leaving. Watching her sitting and waiting for the toast to pop up, dressed in second-hand pyjamas and an outside coat, I could sense how very fearful she was of the situation she found herself in and I knew I was making it much worse for her. Still I couldn't shake off the feeling that she was an unwanted intrusion in my life but I resolved not to make life any worse for her. I described how I felt the skinny tip of his cock stabbing at my cervix or maybe it was my bladder, god I don't know. I was babbling now about what he was doing and then I felt him start going off. All I cold feel was cock, knot, full, squirting, oh god he's squirting in me. I felt my toes curl as a filthy dog fucking orgasm took me. I felt my body shiver and heard Michelle say something about my tits wiggling before I lost my hearing. This orgasm was so powerful that I didn't realize that I. Mandy grunted and groaned with each thrust, her face buried in a pillow. Suddenly she squealed and her body shook as her second orgasm ravished herDanny slowed his strokes until her orgasm subsided. Her pussy grasped and sucked at his cock. "You got one hot pussy bitch! He panted, wiping the sweat from his face and started thrusting with more vigor.Mandy gasping for air panted and replied, "B-best p-pussy your e-ever gonna get you son of a bitch!"Danny chuckled then smacked her ass with his.