One to cover my eyes and one to gag my mouth. He tied the cloth tight. My daddy soon slung me over his shoulder and carried me to what I soon found ou... to be his room. He threw me onto the bed and demanded I spread my legs...wide. I did as I was told. At this point in time I could feel my face heating up. This was it.. this was really what I wanted from my daddy. My daddy soon crawled ontop of my taking the cloth from my mouth using it to tie my hands together. He had already tied my legs. That she'd dish out what she'd received from me and the little clique.Nope."I wasn't that receptive to being a friend that year myself," Nikki told me. "I was a wreck. Grandma died. I had to live with Mom. Mom might've not had any shame, but I had enough for both of us."A bunch of us gravitated to Nikki's side. Actually, Nikki and Dan's place. Dan's her husband. He's Dad's age, maybe a couple of years older. Engineer. And a good teacher.Let me explain. Rural parishes don't have a lot of places. For almost two hours the boys fuck you, one after the other. Not a minute goes by were you don’t have a cock somewhere inside of you, and most of the time two or even three. They change your position on the bed slightly so that, as soon as one is done fucking you, he can squirm to the head of the bed and put his soft cock into your mouth to suck him hard again while somebody else replaces him in your pussy. You lose track of how many times you cum. The whole time, whenever you have a chance to. And so it was, that on the twelfth of July nineteen forty, I came into contact with Emily ‘Vixen’ Carter. A sprightly and spirited twenty-something, though she never divulged her true age to any of us, not even me. She was a pilot with the ATA and she embodied the motto ‘eager for the air’. Her primary task was to ferry new aircraft from the factories to the RAF squadron airfields, and I, Penelope Chase, was to work for her, organize her schedule out of the Castle Bromwich factory near.