Barefoot doesn't matter if I stay to the side of the dirt road. He looked back where the cavalryman still slept by his shoes. I'd do a lot better on a...horse. It hurt to think about climbing onto a saddle again, and he made a face as he plucked at the knot with his thumbnail. Maybe I could get Mr. Bouve's little riding horse back to him. He sure was unhappy when Corporal Wainder said it was confiscated, carried on something awful. Thought he would have been happy to help the Confederates. Shoot,. I spanked her quickly, deliberately. She jumped each time the brush slapped against her tender skin. Elizabeth was wriggling her bottom and kicking her legs. I had to stop and renew my grip on her waist to keep her from sliding off my lapHer feet were flailing and she was whimpering and crying. SLAP… SLAP… SLAP… I increased the strength of the spanks causing her to howl and thrash her legs. I raised my arm over my head and snapped the wooden brush like a whip across both cheeks. The unexpected. He rubbed it.“What I'm going to do slut is rub your clit, and you're going to fuck my cock until I'm balls deep.”“Yes sir. Thank you sir.” I was breathless. As he harshly rubbed me, I steadied myself and worked my way backwards onto his sword impaling me. As I slowly reached five inches, Johann picked up Cass, still stuck on his cock, spun her on it, causing a loud moan, lowered her onto the bed and spread his legs as he fucked her hard. His spread legs meant I could see his large balls hit. I stayed downstairs and wished them both a good night. I couldn’t wait to see what the camcorder captured up there. I heard the bed hitting the wall repeatedly and then silence. No footsteps to the bathroom which is typical of Nicole after we have sex. No running water or toilet flushing. Just total silence.I fell asleep soon thereafter and having had some good sex before bed, along with tons of new incest imagery, I believe my dreams were fantastic, too. When I woke up several hours.