He had watched the ruins of buildings being rebuilt, almost in an unseemly haste, as if to purge the lingering scars of destruction from sight and the...refore, from memory. Mental scars could not be rebuilt or expunged from the mind so easily. Time was to be the only healer and that, not very successful in its efforts.Every year, the ever dwindling numbers of ex-service men, filed along the Mall in a proud march, to lay wreaths of poppies at the Cenotaph and pay their respects. Each with his own. The heat was building in my bottom nicely! I was getting a sexy spanking! My reward, perhaps?‘This is what you wanted, isn’t it, slut? I could see it in your eyes when you were watching your husband get spanked!’‘Mmm - yes – yes, I wanted it!’‘What is it you wanted, Sam? Tell me!’The flurry of spanks intensified.‘Ahh – I – I wanted to be spanked!’‘Good. Shall I spank you harder, slut?’‘Ohhh – yes!’ I moaned.Instead, Charlotte stopped spanking me, and slipped two fingers into my exposed, sodden. I went over to the fireplace and Kara came to stand next to me.“Everything OK?” she asked.“Yes. Elizabeth is pregnant.”Kara laughed softly, “Wow! There are three words I never expected to hear in the same sentence!”“No kidding. Any changes to your plan?”“Other than drawing cards for random sex partners? No.”I laughed, “That is NOT happening, and you know it! I do have one concern.”“Natalie?”“Yes.”“I talked at length with Elaine and in the end, she gave Natalie the option, though counseled. After chatting for a while over a coffee he suggested he should go and get dressed.I directed him to the bedroom and off he went, carrying the holdall he had brought with him, leaving me sat in the lounge.As I sat there waiting for Chris to return I decided to strip down to my briefs. I was feeling much more relaxed by now and my cock was rock hard, forming a big bulge in my tight briefs.I slipped my hand inside my briefs and was amazed at how wet my cock was with precum and I felt ready now,.