His only real expense was his more elegant way of dressing. As he remembered Mrs. Boudreaux's boarding house and the 'special benefits' he and Emma sh...red, Dillon laughed knowing he'd never have something like that again. It had been a wonderful part of his life.Marshall Tom Ryan, his friend and boss, convinced Dillon to open an account at the bank. Tom said one of the few good things about Northern Reconstruction was that the banks were more solid and you could do business from town to town. Which is, not to get to technical about it, a separate room. “You have a very nice house.” “Thank you. I was thinking we’d go for a walk, you game?” “Sure, let’s go.” We exit her house through the back yard and beyond it, a small iron gate. Walking for a mile or two, following a small river, you would hardly believe we just came from the city. It’s peaceful and with Nancy walking next to me, an exciting joy at the same time. We get to a small river inlet; she walks in front of me to a large. The man held her waist from behind as she shuddered."Now Debbie you promised to be a good girl, well this is what I want you to do."Debbie blushed as he explained. She'd only ever done that once before, and then she was very drunk. She felt the big plug in her ass, it seemed to be getting more uncomfortable her gut aching. Her tits were hurting the nipples going numb."Oh please, get these things off me," she moaned her body bending her hips full, legs wide and long.The man was now sitting on. When she finally came down from another orgasm I kissed her letting her cum drip into her mouth.”You taste great “ I said then gave her a hard nipple kiss, “what a way to start the morning “I said and sat up.I ran my hand down between her firm breasts along top of her firm belly to her thin waist . She moaned as my hand went down the outside of one thigh then up the inside. She spread her legs as the palm of my hand reached her pussy lingering there before going down the inside then back up.