1. Sowing seed beneath the bombs....


    Date: 3/29/2016, Categories: Hardcore, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: dickblackman, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Sue Hyde sat looking into a dark London night remembering bygone days. The c***dren growing up carelessly playing, life thriving and Churchill a budding politician. Then World War II came along to claim her husband and leave her a farm widow. She thought, Thank Goodness for Peter and Mable. The aroma of a cigar, then a puff of smoke blew around her head. "A penny for your thoughts", it was the baritone voice of her b*****r George. He sat beside her puffing in nothing more than his pajama bottoms. His strong physic, muscled arms, Hairy chest gave Sue thoughts she knew she shouldn't have. George was thinking too. He had been in America prior to war.and had married and divorced a floozy. The best of it was having a son, George Junior. With war in discussion, he and junior steamed back to London. Daily for 9 months, they prepared the farm for war. Times were rough, but things didn't get scary until Hitler started the V-Bombs attack. Their sounds approaching sent everyone underground. Sue giggled at her thoughts. She had been much like her own daughter Mabel. She was forever saying, "Petey the pervert is staring again", really knowing it was her own fault from flashing him. Sue would chastise her replying, "put on some underwear, you hussy" laughingly. Yes, fun times, Sue thought, but she also knew their isolation and hormones were catching up with all of them. George walked away from her, with his back to her, he took a piss. Sue watched his wide, strong back flexing as he shook ...
    off the last drops. She remembered the days of flashing him and the last day before he left for the USA. All that day, she had flashed her hanging tit's. As often as she could, he saw up her dress, bending, stooping, reaching, high leg crossing and even full gaps. As he packed that night, she went to chat with him. Sitting on her leg, on his bed, exposing her furry crotch she threw a rubber as it was called then, on the bed. George looked at it, then looked at her. She nodded, "yes". After putting it on, he fucked her. Nothing had been mentioned of that day for 22 years. George turned, in the glow of moonlight only since nights were "black out" by government order, the thin sl**p shirt did little to hide Sue's plump, mature, still sexy body. Her ass cheeks were perched on the edge of the step she sat on. Her feet on the step below. With knees open wide, the whiteness of her thick inner thighs glowed all the way to darkness. From his distance, George couldn't see in the darkness between her legs, He walked toward her falsely dropping his cigar as he got directly in front of her. He gave her a minute to close her legs while looking directly at her face. Sue spoke, "don't you need to pick that up"? As he bent to retrieve the cigar, she pulled her nightshirt waist high. Her thickly haired cunt greeted him. He leaned in and dug with his tongue through deep, stickily matted hair, until it sunk into heated wetness. Sue leaned as far back as she could as he ate her. It had been too ...
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