A light wind rustled the drying seasonal vegetation. Off to his left he heard faint footfalls, regularly crunching the leaves underfoot. He crept in t...at direction. There was movement. Olivia was walking away, not aware of Fallston’s approach. He slowly raised his weapon and took aim for a body shot. ‘HEY’ Fallston called. Olivia turned towards his shout. He squeezed the trigger and a single paintball splatted at the center of her torso, just below her pendulous breasts. She yipped and clutched. "This war has taken one of my sons; you'll not take the other!"Wainder pushed her back with his carbine, firmly but not harshly. He looks more annoyed than angry, thought Seth. I ought to do something. He felt his heart thumping. Something stuck in his throat. Southern soldiers aren't suppose to act like this. They're the gallant ones with the feathers in their hats who dance with the prettiest girls in their fluffy dresses. I've seen the pictures.His mother charged the soldier again, and he. It thrummed in my ears, filling my head with a pleasant reverberation, pulling me from my slumber.My eyes slowly opened, attempting to pinpoint the source, as I rose into consciousness. My brain started to put together the clues. First, a reverberation in my throat… and… in my chest.And I realized, without the tiniest of doubts… that, that noise…Was coming from me.She, on the other hand, was quiet. Studiously quiet. With her head on my thigh, gazing intently at a very sensitive muscle. Gently. I try, but my body trembles wanting to release around his thick, marbled cock. The tool he uses to offer me undying pleasure, and undying life. I feel my walls begin to squeeze tighter around him. My breath hitches, and I begin to orgasm. My fingers find his hair once more as I feel him somehow pick up speed inside me, making my orgasm harder. I drench his cock with my juices, they run down over his balls and over his thighs. It seems nothing can stop him. He’s in a fury of desire to fuck the.