Mein zor se chila padi.. ‘oooouuuuuuuucccchhhhhh… Nahhhiiiii kamineeeyyyyyy oiiii maaaaaa’.. Unhone bilkul sawdhaani nahi parki aur na hi mera k...ayal kiya woh bas puri tezi se mere andar bahar kar rahe the..Uncle – aaahhhh, madarchod kya cheez hai tu… Kaise lag raha hai teri chut mein meri raand.. Bol naa… Aaah aaahh aaahhhMein – dheere se ji.. Dheeree..Aaahh ooouuuucchhhh.. Ooiiii maaUncle – haan meri raand.. Teri chut toh jannat hai jannat…Phir woh aur zor se strokes lagane lage..Uncle – ye. Taking the bottle of lavender oil, I pour some on her firm ass and massage into her cheeks."Mmmm...don't tease me."Taking the oil, I pour some at the top of her crack and watch it trickle down. When the oil reaches her backdoor, I take my index finger and spread the oil around the opening. Slowly slipping my finger in her tight virgin ass, Tif gasps out. Stopping when each knuckle enters, I give her a moment to get use to the feeling of having something in her ass.With my finger now completely. Strangely enough, I wasn't! In fact, rather than angry, I found myself very sexually aroused by it!Our marriage was over. I didn't try and fool myself into thinking it wasn't, and yet, in spite of the fact that we were no longer married, I would have gladly gone back to her...even if she kept fucking Duane, or whoever else she might have fucked besides him; but she'd made it perfectly clear that there was absolutely no way that she wanted back together with me! Nevertheless, I carried a torch. It was riding high on the waves, so my assumption was it held no cargo or troops at present.The civilian volunteers, including a number of fairly attractive female Union sympathizers, were dishing out some delicious soup and crisp crackers from some local bakery that had donated all their stock to feed the hungry troops. It was the sort of support that would probably never get recognized and complimented by medal or award, but was vital for the morale of the troops that were often forgotten.