”She smiled. “You learn things when you’re campaigning. Lots of time there’s not much to do in camp, especially when the weather doesn’t coo...erate. So you sit and talk with each other. We had a scholar in our unit, he was determined that we learn some history. Didn’t want the troops to just be dumb brutes, after all. He was a Breton. As far as I now, he made it home after the war.”“After the war ... that’s something to look forward to, I think.”“Maybe. I may even have to talk to Bal when this. He tried the knob. It was LOCKED! He fumbled for his keys. We could hear more voices echoing in the hallway. Someone was coming!Finally the door popped open and he threw me inside. I landed on my butt on the carpet. Uncle Will slammed shut the door in the nick of time. Uncle Will and Fremont placed me back into the casket once more. By now I knew the drill. I also knew that it would be safer for me to lay in the box than to be walking around, ?haunting? the parlor until funeral time.. The walked upstairs to a large bedroom with a king size bed. ?I want you to make love to me like the first time you ever did with someone you really loved? she told him.The next hour and a half was heavenly bliss. Chris sat on the edge of the bed as Ronda straddled his lap. He held her gently as his hands lightly caressed the side of her face and down her arms. He touched her lips lightly before licking them to get them wet. He kissed her large bottom lip one, then twice before fully kissing. It's my trademark. I did this until he pushed me off. The light snapped on, I was inches from his crotch and still looking at his gorgeous semi-hard cock mesmerized, still wanting more, and too embarrassed to look up and make eye contact. "Do I know you?" he said. I quickly glanced up. My mind froze. I did know him, it was Jeff Jordan, a k** who lived up the street from me when we were k**s. He was older and bigger now, but this was him. He was wearing the same arrogant smirk. He and his.