The oak panelling, the smell of pine and magnolia that always seemed to permeate throughout this part of the house brought a familiar and happy resona...ce to him.Chapter 4 – White Orchard Plantation, Late Morning, May 11th 1864“We could just pay her a quick visit …” The wide-eyed trooper spoke quietly whilst patrolling the upstairs landing.“You cannot, the Lieutenant said …”“I know what he said, but … look I ain’t never had a woman as beautiful as she is, and with this war ‘n’ all, y’just don’. "I had a nice time," he said."Mmm so did I," I confessed.He kissed me again and his hand came up and squeezed my breast, it felt so nice. Then he put his hand on my leg and ran it up under my skirt and squeezed the top of my thigh. I knew I should stop him but I just couldn't, I had been dreaming about him doing this to me from the first time I set eyes on him. Later in bed I could still feel his hand on my body and I ran my own over my curves bringing me closer and closer until I stifled my. He rarely comes in leave ,so I always had it in mind and was waiting for an oppurtunity to fuck her.In the next house there was another family,there was the husband and wife and their two children. They were about ten to eleven years old.The aunty (Reena) was 33 years old.She too was well built ,just by looking her u can a hardon.The uncle had the habit of disposing the used condoms by thowing it in the ditch nearby.As the ditch was clearly visible from my room, I will always know when they. He breathed in her musky scent and his erection throbbed. God he wanted this woman, but he must remain in control. He settled for tasting of her and licking her, eating her. He pushed his face hard into her sex and plunged his tongue deep inside her, as far and as hard as he could go. She moaned in pleasure as his tongue explored her depths. Then withdrew and made its way up to her hooded clitoris. Using the flat of his tongue he lashed the little hub; first using the smooth part, then rasping.