“I asked Miss Price at the shop. She knows everything and everyone. So I asked her if she knew of a guy called Pearce who had died last year and she... told me who and where.”Again that laugh, I could have stood there all day listening to it as we stood in my hall.“Shall we.” she indicated the open door to the kitchen with the bag. “Before they get cold.”Apologising I led her quickly into the kitchen and got her seated at the old table. She dug out of the bag a couple of takeaway cups of coffee. At first the pressure of Bill’s cock against her cherry was too uncomfortable and she asked him to wait a bit. The delightful pressure of Cheryl’s cunt flesh wrapped around the foremost portions of his cock was heaven for Bill and he certainly didn’t mind taking a moment and simply relishing the feel of her cunt on him. But there was work to be done and Bill soon made another assault on Cheryl’s fleshy barrier. Bill’s second thrust was halted at the same point. ”“Oh,” he said. “But that was back then, when we were young.”“Yes. When you went away to the Army and I got married, I guess we kind of let things drift apart a little bit.”“Would you call yourself judgmental?” he asked.She laughed. “Anybody who is judgmental doesn’t think they are,” she said. “They just think they have better morals than everybody else. What’s going on, Bobby?”So he told her the story of getting the Any Soldier mail, and about Miss Miller, who he soon began calling Julia, and. Had he never heard that marriage is a partnership? She’d been too shy, too unsure of herself to be able to bring up ‘sticky’ subjects. The few times she had begun discussions of things about their marriage that were important to her, she’d either gotten a condescending pat on the head, or Peter had yelled at her. Thinking back, that’s the same exact relationship his parents had. Basically, she’d married Peter’s father. Back at home, she toyed with the idea of bringing herself off in the shower..