Three ... four inches, with deliberate care, enchanted by the sights and sounds of my little lover impaled. I pause, hardly breathing, The black rubbe... looks harsh and menacing against her pale flesh, and the high-pitched whistle of desperate panting almost brings me off right there. The shudder thar passes through me, starting in my shoulders and spreading down my arms and to my crotch, sends a delightful buzz to my finger tips and clit. As it peaks I tense and buck my hips forward, hard and. She placed some lacy handkerchiefs in the purseand she would add other items later.I was more confidant of going out to eat with my two kind hosts. Carolyntold to me to sit down at the vanity bench and I did so gracefully and ina girly manner.Carolyn praised me, "Ooh yes honey that's perfect. You look so precious,Honey. You've made Mistress very happy."I looked up at her with my carefully made up eyes in the mirror, askingfor explanation without a word."Madam misses her daughter so much since. ’ He went on, as if he had read her thoughts. ‘You died saving the life of that boy. You ran back into what you knew was probably death to do it.’ ‘I am no warrior.’ She said. ‘I have no love of battle. I hate war. I just joined up to pay for my college. I didn’t even believe in what we were doing.’ ‘You truly are a hero, or heroine if you prefer.’ Eric replied. ‘Being a hero is not about politics Virginia. It is not about soldiers, or wars. Heroism is the courage to put yourself on the line. "Rob hesitated only a moment and shook his head. "You are probably right but we just can't take a chance on anyone hearing," he whispered to his son. "I have got to get you and your mom away from here and to the property and I can't lead these men to the property." At least let mom or I back you up with the 15," Jimmy pleaded.Rob had to smile at the intensity in the 13 year old boy's voice. Then his smile faded. Maybe he wasn't 13 any longer. He had seen and endured a lot more than he had at.