As I spread my legs to mount him and laid my exposed sweet spot to his chest I felt a warmness I hadn’t felt before. I was getting urges I never had...before. I really wanted this man and at this point there was little that was going to stop me. My husband could have walked in and I would not have stopped. There was no remorse. It was a need I had to fulfill. While straddling Dan’s chest I reached behind me to make sure everything was ‘ok’ and I petted his cock which was now harder than it was. "Don't you worry," his mother said as she moved about her kitchen doing the familiar things that were somehow comforting in their ordinariness. "Caroline's going to be all right. Her father will see to that. Your uncle's boys will take care of that soldier's body. They'll bury him over by the creek where the ground's softer. They're dumping a lot of the mess from the store over that way. Mr. French will probably know who to notify and what should be done to mark the grave. There's graves all. Then I had a different thought. Maybe she was telling me she had seen me jerk off. Maybe telling me she was going to shower at 8:30 so I would know what time to watch her? I flew through my homework and was up in my room by 8:15. Sure enough there was Mrs. Miller, in her bedroom chair reading. Right at 8:30 she rose and slowly took off her clothes. One piece at a time just made my dick harder and harder. As she slowly stripped she kept looking out the window. I was convinced she knew I was. He pulled a small box out of his mailbox. He walked backto his apartment, grabbed a pair of scissors from his drawer, and slitthe box open. And felt his body loosed from whatever force had drivenit.Inside was a tall greenish-gray stack of paper. One that was just aboutthe size of ... Will reached into the box and pulled loose one of thepieces of paper.Which turned out to be a $100 bill.Running his finger along the stack, Will was pretty sure there werehundreds of these bills in the box. .