As soon as I finished my handover I gathered them all together, socially distanced around a long table. I let them talk. I tried to reassure and I sai...d I was always available to them. I hoped I was able to make it easier.Two young women in particular realised that there was now no way they were going to be able to get home at all. Like me, they had volunteered for the early shift on Christmas morning. After my divorce, I had managed to keep my house. My daughter was serving in the RAF and was. That night he picked her up in his Studebaker, she could get used to thenew Stubi look, but inside it was so much more comfortable and smootherthen the family's old Nash. He took her to Cousino's Navy Bistro. She wasin a form fitting red Cotton dress with a black belt and matching purse.Her stockings were fishnet, and her bra make her look like twin torpedoeswere coming out of her shirt. Stan couldn't keep his eyes off of her,and didn't flinch when she ordered the surf and turf. Stan. , 40 submitted before 8), but I would like them to be listed in numerical order on my submissions site. Thanks again!] Hi! This is the third in my 69 Love Stories series, each of which is loosely inspired by one of the songs from the Magnetic Fields’ masterpiece: 69 Love Songs. Again, as has been the case with my stories, this a fairly short story that builds slowly. There is some sex earlier in this one, but I won’t claim that either of the participants particularly enjoy it. The characters. He was shocked and also angry.At that moment I disclosed the secrets of his. I showed him the picture in which he and mom were naked. And also said that I had the copies of it hidden too. His anger faded and he was looking worried. I told him not to worry. I wouldn’t disclose until and unless he had a deal with me.He agreed. I said to him that if he would let me fuck his daughter or wife I would not disclose any of the secrets. In fact, I would be happy to join him in fucking my mother. His.