A rather typical English girl of nineteen. She still lived at home, having a clerical job within bicycle distance.Her grieving for Malcolm, the sailor...that she had given her virginity to on the eve of his departure for the Merchant Marine, had barely begun to ebb when she saw the notice for the social event at an air base near their town. Women were invited to socialize with both British and American airmen as a morale booster for these brave warriors who were striking back at Hitler and dying. " Who was that?" "Michelle, telling us to get up, that brunch will be served in forty five minutes. She sure sounded chipper. Wonder if she's done with..." Somehow I don't think so, she must have taken the pills right after getting up. But hey, if she wants to host a brunch, who are we to say no. Let's hit the shower. I'll help you with the new plug after we are clean. I don't think you'll need an enema this morning after last night." Thank you Oh most Merciful Goddess..." Don't get cheeky or. “ hey baby we’re coming up to say hi.” They were both giggling and I could tell they were already drunk and it was only 10:30 am. They came upstairs. It was my birthday two days prior. “Hey sexy happy birthday, this is my friend Stacy .” Stacy was another gorgeous woman in her early forties. She was blonde, fit, and had noticeable breast implants just a little smaller than Sonny. Sonny grabbed my shirt and began to kiss me. She kept kissing me and then noticed my cock was filling with blood.. " I guess that we could give it a try, but I don't know how well it would work out over the long run. You know how restless the people get if they sit in one place too long." Yeah, but I wonder what the women really think. They seemed to do well on those occasions when we were forced to sit still for a long time. Maybe they move just because their men want to. Don't you think that the men would be happy in one place if I could find something interesting for them to do?" Yes, I suppose so, but.