By six o'clock everything was ready. Seth and the spectators on the Seventh Street Road along with the crowd around Lincoln watched portly Colonel Bid...ell move his men forward at "trail arms." They kept their weapons low, by their legs, so the sun would not reflect from the rifle barrels as they moved up behind the skirmish line. I wonder if he thinks old Jubal's blind, thought the boy, looking at the long shadows cast by the moving men.A large battle flag dipped, and before Seth could turn his. .." Maybe I had and he was all over me..."Stop this" I said and sat up and he pushed me down..."Let me go," I squirmed in his hands and he let me up and I went home...pulling my blouse down, my dress up, straightening my bra straps...he had gotten me...the bastard...my face was red, my whole body was flushed, I stood in front of the mirror and looked myself over...feeling, exploring---two hands, ten fingers--not the rough hundred handed boy--I was still aflame with the moment, nipples hard. It kept me from thinking about Ryan and me tonight. We had been waiting for this moment for what seemed like forever. Tonight was the night. Tonight I would finally pass from being a 17-year-old girl into becoming a young woman. Finally, at the end of my shift, I was able to hurry home and get ready. Ryan would be picking me for a romantic dinner at what passed for an upscale restaurant in these parts some twenty-five miles away. At least no one, hopefully, would know us and report back to. As I penetrated you more and more deeply, your body responds eagerly and hungrily, your muscles tightening and squeezing around my swollen penis. You began to rock faster, and moaned through parted lips. As your pace quickens, my cock grows bigger and longer, and the ache of pleasure becomes more unbearable. I can feel the cum gathering in me. By unspoken agreement, we slowed down the pace of our lovemaking your hips moving as slowly as you can bear, your moans and sighs became more and more.