Shellshocked
The end of the war street party celebrations, lead to lust, and loathing. Edith gasped as Ralph entered her. They'd snuck away from the VE Day celebrations, behind the houses into the poppy field, sowed to commemorate the fallen of the last war. A Yank in uniform looked irresistibly handsome through beery eyes. Edith, recalled her brave betrothed, overseas. Ralph's semen spurted. Her pussy clenched, a tidal wave of bliss drowned-out the nearby revelry. "You're a swell dame," he'd panted. Virg...