None of his crew escaped and the mental anguish of thesurvivor's guilt he had lived with had marked his daughter as deeply asthe flames had marked him...Amelia had been in her teens when he had finally returned. The family hadalready not been unfamiliar with the hardship that faced them caring forsomeone who came back to them shattered by the cruelty that lived on thebattlefield. Her earliest memories when she was small had been of hergrandfather's endless coughing. The legacy of the young. ”“Hello, Jake. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Carla beamed taking in this tall, blonde blue-eyed boy’s physique. His Falcons T-shirt accented taught muscles while his choice of shorts in winter revealed strong, hairy legs. She offered her hand and escorted them into her inner office. Closing her office door behind her, she secured the door lock.“This is my girlfriend, Tiffany Warner. I hope you don’t mind if I brought her with me. My concussion indirectly effects her too.”“Of course I don’t. Still smiling at me she expertly reached into the waistband and pulled it down and over my erection and took hold of the veiny shaft, she looked down at my exposed cock, “Mmm, WOW! she sighed as she gently rubbed the shaft exposing the swollen head, I guess we are going to find out if it fits in the hole.She leant forward licking around the exposed head, my knees wobbled as her warm tongue circled the shaft as she pulled my cock out of my shorts.She must have heard something because she quickly. She went on to tell me about the night, the food they ate, the amount wine consumed, all the usual things you'd expect from a night out at Christmas and it sounded like she'd had a really good night. I thought the story was over when she leaned in for a kiss, but then and without any warning she grabbed me by the hair and looked me in the eye. ''Get down and lick my cunt out!''She hiked her dress up around her waist and spread her hosed legs, her tights were laddered, ripped open at the crotch.