Edith gasped as Ralph entered her.

They'd snuck away from the VE Day celebrations, behind the houses into the poppy field, sowed to commemorate the fallen of the last war.

A Yank in uniform looked irresistibly handsome through beery eyes.

Edith, recalled her brave betrothed, overseas. 

Ralph's semen spurted. Her pussy clenched, a tidal wave of bliss drowned-out the nearby revelry.

"You're a swell dame," he'd panted. 

Virginity lost, Edith eyed the nylons and chocolate at her side.

Nine months later...

Another reward. 

Edith's war-anguished husband stared in disbelief, at the brown-tinged baby in the maternity ward crib.

Shellshocked anew.