The years after the end of the American Revolutionary War were filled with struggles between "Tories" and "Patriots" to come to settlement of their di...ferences. The only way in the mind of the Rebel families was that the Tories be banished from the territory of the new Nation. Eventually, most of the Tory families relocated to Canada, Newfoundland, or Nova Scotia. They left most of the possessions behind because they were in a panic to escape before the mood turned sour and blood would flow yet. It was this new guy that had my interest.As they talked and laughed I noticed he stood pretty close to Ally. Every now and then when they would talk he would put his hand on her shoulder and on the small of her back a couple of times. I could feel a cold anger boiling up inside of me as I watched them.Seething at this blatant display of flirting, I headed back for camp. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that Ally was watching me leaving. That evening after dinner Ally went for one last walk. As if waiting for that exact moment, a drop of pre-cum welled up from the slit in Trent’s cockhead. Pierce let out a growling moan, and engulfed drop and cock between his lips – maintaining eye contact with Courtney.Between that sight, Trent’s tongue tantalizing her pussy, and twin growls – one into her folds and the other around Trent’s hard cock – an intense wave of pleasure rocked Courtney’s body. Her eyes pinched closed and she yelped. Her will won out, though. She forced her eyes open. I didn’t want them to undress me. And that's what would happen if I refused. “Can I get some space?” I said, while pulling my sweatshirt over my head. My brother’s sweatshirt. Too big, too long. I felt comfortable when I wore it. I could hide inside it. Nobody noticed me in it. It almost hurt to take it off. I was wearing a t-shirt beneath it, an old green shirt. Both of them smiled, seemingly pleased. "Good girl. Remember, no questions, no requests. But you do get some space. Go ahead.” With.