It was called "The Cracker Line" and General Grant planned to feed and supply his forces, both men and horses, with the provisions moved rapidly over ...his new route. He was a General officer who understood the importance of lines of communication and supply to the success of his attacks and he made them the priority of his planning in every operation. At least that was the opinion back when I looked at his record in the history books.He also told us of General Grant's future plans that. Felling what she supposed was the tip of Gale's middle finger ever so dexterously being inserted within the rearmost confines of her satin slick pussy, Kelly's body involuntarily shuddered with the wanton expectations of what was to come. With her index and ring fingers acting as assisting flankers, in that they were positioned in such a way as to traced dual paths along the outer rim of the multiple lip folds of her husband's crevasse crease, Gale began to slowly draw her middle finger. She said the hardest part was trying to not let on while she was cuming.I don't know how I could have missed that but when we got home, we had a real wild session with me suggesting she take on Henry as a lover. Cuddling afterwards, she said, "Honey, as much as you'd like to see me with Henry, he's just way to big for me. I could never take someone his size. My pussy is just a tiny thing." With that we kissed and drifted off to sleep.I didn't hear from Henry until Tuesday. He IM'd me that he. Greg just smiled and opened his menu."Did you come to any conclusions?" Alex asked Monique as he poured the wine."Oh, several. I think it is time to send Michelle to Nice to open that shop we have talked about, although I hate not having her here, she is such a darling. I should do that before Amanda pushes her out a window, don't you think? Oh, this is lovely, where is it from?" Would you believe Virginia?" Alex replied."Alexander, how did you find a Virginia wine in Paris?" Simple, I brokered.