She wept, seeing Gallipoli chiselled into the cenotaph marble. No rose-tinted remembrances for those poppy fields. Sixty years hadn't wearied one precious memory; amongst azaleas beside the billabong, they'd consummated love under the ancient red gum tree. He kissed her lips, licked her nipples and, amazingly, her cunny too. She moaned in ecstasy as his manhood impaled wet folds.
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