I stroked her inner thighs with my fingertips; Alba gasped with desire. I slipped my arms under each of her legs so that her knees were resting in the...crook of my arms and leaned over her. The helpful hands of one of my other girls held my hard cock steady. Alba and I looked at each other, willing the moment of anticipation to last a little longer. The hands guided the head of my dick between Alba's pussy lips. She closed her eyes, took in a deep breath, and tensed every muscle in her body.I. I willed myself to sink again into the velvet oblivion of sleep.Then came the sound again. This time as I heard it I knew I recognized it, and yet didn't. It had been the reason I had awoken, but it was not actually familiar to me. It sounded like someone rattling the back door, or at least moving it slightly. Yes, there it was again, the loose-fitting bolt moving in the frame. A burglar? I started breathing heavily. I was not a coward by any means, but this night our parents were out. Miss Hawkins was to accompany me to the International Cotton Exposition of 1881, an event of considerable significance in post-war Atlanta and she needed a new dress for the occasion. Atlanta had prospered after the war and in fact had more than doubled in population since General Sherman’s army had put it to the torch. I had served the cause in the War of Northern Aggression on the staff of General Longstreet, thankfully always behind the lines but close enough to hear and witness much of the. Gary, Cerise and I shared a house at Eighteen years of age after we first left. I was studying law, Cerise nursing and Gary was a carpenter and very handy with his tool as I was to find out. We were a team that had lots of fun together and partied hard, and from the thin wall separating our rooms I could tell Cerise and Gary`s love life was plentiful and extremely satisfying, if Cerise`s screams were any indication. In fact one early morning I noticed scratch marks on Gary`s back as he was.