The still trim brunette sat in her chair and once more propped her feet on the pillow. She crossed one leg over the other and rubbed the bottom of her...nylon covered foot up and down the other leg. She stretched and then ran her hands up and down her sides before bringing them back up over her tummy to her breasts.Leaning back further in the chair, she unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse and slid one hand inside it. She pressed the fine lace of her bra against her nipple. That felt. Was this a dream? Was this the effects of the strong Egg Nog drink? I gasped as he slowly opened me with his unprotected cockhead. Pushing gently… I felt my pussy flowing wet… I was letting him enter me, and my body was helping by self lubricating. My juices were offering him wet pleasure as he began to sink inside. This wasn’t a dream. He was breeding me. Gasping and moaning I whispered, “Oh, my God, Teddy…. Oh, God! You’re too big…. too big for me… You are stretching me”.“Shhhhh…..Relax. My husband works as a consultant and has worked all over the world for many companies. I am trying to figure out who he is going to have on the conference and what he has told them. I email him back and ask him who he invited and what he told them. After a half hour or so he writes me back telling me that he has invited some of his friends he has worked with in the past. He tells me I have meet each of them and he know that they all though I was good looking and have giving him complements in. He told me that they had planned to attack New Brunswick but that too many men had deserted and the rest were exhausted. Many of our men had died in this fight, unlike the one at Christmas. He sent me back to Trenton and said that I should report to him in Morristown every other Friday by sunset. He asked if I had money, and I jingled Susan's purse at him.I avoided the scattered British units and by sunset had walked my tired horse back to Susan's cabin on the banks of the Delaware. Along the.