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A soldier’s Story- ‘Jolly old England&#0WWII was a great time ! I know that’s a horrible thing to say, but for me it really was. You see I was a typist and never had to shoot a gun again after basic training. The year was 1943 and I was a 18 year old clerk stationed close to good old London.I was billeted with Mrs Shaw, who asked me to call her ‘Gwen’. She would call me ‘Yank’ but always in a sweet way. There was just the two of us in her home as her husband, Harry, was serving in Africa. She always treated me grand and I would bring home extra rations to help her out during those tough times.I was assigned to a department that was trying crack down on the rampant black-market racket which was thriving in that economy. I worked in the evidence room documenting and storing the confis**ted merchandise, it was boring but it was better than being in a fox-hole somewhere.In March of that year they busted a ring selling silk-stockings. I had to count them in and itemize them in triplicate, of course. There karşıyaka escort were 1001 pairs. I decided to slip one pair in my tunic for Mrs Shaw as a treat, that would make the count a nice even 1000 !When I came back to the ‘digs’ Gwen had taken a bath after doing her ‘war-work’ and she was in her dressing gown and slippers. She had my tea (dinner to us Yanks) cooking on the stove.She screamed with delight when I gave the pair of stockings to her and as soon as she finished her meal, she dashed up stairs with them.I stayed and tried to choke down the food. I don’t know if it was the quality the meat or her cooking, but I would often eat in the mess before I came home.Five minutes later she came into the kitchen wearing her best shoes and frock. I had to admit she was a smart looking woman. She stood in front of me and lifted the hem all the way up.”How do they look Yank?” she asked. “Oooh! you should see your face !” She teased.I told her she looked great and with karşıyaka escort bayan that she went out the door to go to the pub and meet the girls, still chuckling at the effect her legs had on me. The ‘girls’ were the women she worked with at the factory, making small parts that would no doubt end the war someday.When she came home I was in bed reading. She knocked on my door and came in. She was a little tipsy. “Hey Yank! Can you get some more pairs of stockings for the girls? We’ll pay you for them.” she half whispered, standing in the doorway.I told her it was too risky and I could get in serious trouble if caught. She gently pleaded with me but I refused. ” That is a shame ‘cus the girls legs would look great in these.” She pulled her dress up once again. Her stocking-ed thighs aroused my penis instantly. She noticed it pushing against the flimsy covers these Brits have on their beds. A wicked smile appeared on her face and she came over to me. She knelt-down escort karşıyaka next to my bed and putting her hand under the covers she reached for my cock.She was kissing me wetly as she stroked it. My hand pulled her skirt up and slipped into the back of her knickers. This was my first time with a woman and I was fumbling around like a blind-man.She pulled away from me and stood up. Kicking off her shoes she took off her frock and let it fall to the floor. Her bra and knickers were quick to follow. She pulled the covers off the bed and put her head down by my cock. Her tongue flicked rapidly over the head of it ,then she took it deeply into her mouth making loud sucking noises.With my left hand I played with her generous tits while my other hand felt her ass and then found her wet, wet pussy, that hadn’t seen a dick in two years I’m sure. Her pussy was tight but I was able to get 2 fingers in pretty deep then I came.She took it all in her mouth without pulling away. She swallowed deeply then got up. “OK.” I said once my breathing steadied. “I’ll try to get some more for the girls””Thank-you.” She said smiling, “but don’t expect treatment like this again. I’ve got to be good for my Harry.””I will be the first one to tell Harry you are good when I meet him!” I said.She laughed and went to her room.

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