I realized that if I understood that then I would probably have a dick and wouldn’t be married to the man I love and that what I did know is that my... husband loved me with all his heart and has always been there for me. I laid down next to my husband and started to make out, his hand slide between my legs, two fingers slid into me so easy. I couldn’t believe how wet I was, like I had already been fucked. His fingers felt so good sliding in and out, the palm of his hand rubbing up against my now. Just then they both pulled out and changed ends. Mr Robertson's cock was back down my throat and Mrs Robertson was getting Janice to work more lube up me. "Good now wait until I am in him a few inches then proceed to lick my pussy bitch" she said. It felt like someone was pushing a tree trunk up me and it hurt like hell. Eventually she must have got it all the way in (12 inches at least) and I felt her fucking me in and out. I got a spurt of cum in my mouth and felt the dildo being pulled out.. Then he whispered in my ear “it’s your turn to take to the bed” he said “I’m not sure I can in front of these people. Abrams hands slid down the side of my body to my hips “you can’t stop now Emma, this is your moment, your turn to perform for these people”The thought was turning me on more than I realised and I felt the soft hand of Sofia lead me to the bed and sit me down on the side before she gently pushed me back to lie on the bed. I could hear people talking and could only imagine what. Each had a story of the last world war, holding memories of fallen comrades and friends; Small and large victories; amusing anecdotes and tales to enthral young children, or bore the elder, young men. Not all of the war had been about blood and guts, mud, hard rations or killing the Germans and the Japanese. Some of it had lighter moments, but not much.Every year he stood apart away from the massed crowds and watched. He watched alone, and then left when it was done. Back to his little flat in.