I laid on top of her, our sweaty skin sliding and slipping over each other, until I finally regain control of my mind. I ease off of Sophie and rush t...o the locked bedroom door, pounding on it as the woman I love grunts again and again on the other side of it. The grunting and rocking didn't cease, but Joe did shout through the closed door.“I’m almost done mate, sit your ass down and stop fucking knocking! Sophie! .”The pace of the grunting inside the room increases even further, and I feel. ”(Winston Churchill’s Speech “The Finest Hour”)At the beginning of the Second World War, millions of civilians in Britain had to adapt to the threat of constant bombing by the German Luftwaffe and the likelihood of invasion by the German Wehrmacht without warning. The miracle of Dunkirk due in large part to the bravery of unarmed civilians was still fresh on their minds and the fact that Britain was the last country in Europe to remain out of Nazi hands helped bolster their morale far more than. .. it slowly got better. As his cock started stretching my hole, he started easing off the back of my head, and I started yelling less. I didn't want another punch and thought if I didn't move, this would be over soon. Sure enough, he started pumping into my ass, I got the sense he was ready to cum. "Oh ya bitch boi, take that cock." The son of a bitch was enjoying himself. Grabbing me with both hands at my hips, he buckled his stiff cock in my virgin asshole. The sweat from my fear was the. We were in his bed, on the quiet side of the house, and I was wedged in the bed between our large dog, also sleeping soundly, and my boyfriend David. Neither of us is really young anymore, but that doesn’t matter. David’s a big guy, six-foot three, two hundred twenty pounds, silver hair and a salt and pepper beard. I’d rather he shaved the beard, but I’m all for facial hair so I can’t really object. He’s got a little hair around his nipples, lots of light brown public hair, a lovely uncut.