She could feel heat radiating off his body like a furnace, even without touching him at all. He held the rolled up scroll out to her, his silver eyes ...taring into her face somberly. “No one else has ever read this. I trust you will be discrete about what you see in this scroll. I would like it back when you are finished with it.” “What is it?” Silmaria asked as she took the scroll in trembling hands. The simple parchment seemed heavy with significance and secrets. “You will see. It’s best you. That knowledge alone was enough to make me squishy wet inside my panties and I allowed my hand to wander down to my crotch to pat my little puddle of hidden fluids.It was also obvious that neither of them had any intention of hiding their sinful coupling. I could understand that because a cock the size of Esteban’s needed respect in such matters and I was not one to interfere with female pleasure even if it was my own new mother getting screwed by a stranger.My new mom was grunting now with a. "Molly held up a finger and went into the house returning with a shawl against the cool night air. She nodded and said, "Please go on." Mosby's Raiders were part of the 43rd Battalion Virginia Cavalry and we did just what the name said. We raided Union troops, supply trains and generally just gave the Yanks hell. We'd hit and run, advance and retreat; what the books call guerilla tactics. I was a scout for the Raiders and many was the time my life depended on how fast I could get a gun into my. At night after the pool closed I had to clean the bathrooms and locker rooms and usually I did this by myself. In the women's locker room I would find panties, bra's, and sometimes even swimsuits. Touching them, smelling them, and holding them against my skin was such a turn on. The damp swimsuits were my favorite, especially if I could remember who had been wearing it. To this day the smell of chlorine is an aphrodisiac to me. Before long I started wearing all these sexy things and strutting.