My thanks as ever to my muse, for her inspiration and editing, and to raconteuse, who has greatly assisted with editing. And of course, to my readers,... whose support and interest has helped sustain my writing. If you’re new to Melanie, there are two earlier chapter stories about her, with lots of red Hs against them. Do please have a look: I know that if you liked this, you’ll like them too. ‘Journey into Melanie’s Reality’ is almost complete now, and the remaining chapters will be posted soon. . Scrap went from a precious and costly commodity to nothing but junk and in the way. The kids who cut the lids from both ends of a rationed soup can and flattened it couldn't give them away.A ship that survived the U-boat getting to the front hauled scrap back ... because battlefields waste a lot but our army ... any army ... didn't want the material that littered the fields to end up back in enemy hands if the tide of battle turned.The Finns captured thousands of Mosin Nagant rifles from the. She said, “Vinay, oh god yes, you are mad, do it slowly, ahh.”She pushed me passionately on her pussy relaxing her back and spreading her legs. I did not stop I kept licking her hot throbbing pussy. My hands moved up to squeeze her boobs hard. I pulled them down. It pained her and she slapped me saying, “Vinay fuck you, do it slowly, don’t be so rough, oh my God.”I moved up again to take her boobs in my mouth sucking her nipples in soft sucks. She withered under pressure as my dick came in. She arched her back and spread her legs wide as Joe’s palm moved under her rump and he inserted his index finger deep inside her. He began to apply gentle pressure to her G1spot and Carol became lost in an ecstacy of multiple orgasms. Her hand pumped up and down his throbbing cock faster and faster as her body began to shudder with each climax. ‘Uhhmm. Thank you,’ Carol whispered, smiling as she straightened back up in her seat, her hand still rubbing Joe’s prick rapidly. Joe’s face broke out.