He had left behind some infantry and a few dragoons under a fellow called Mawhood, that I had never heard of; commander of the 17th and a good soldier... they said.I rode back toward the creek called Assunpunk, or some such thing, through scattered signs of the day's fighting. I found my lieutenant, made my report and was told to get on back to Princeton, that the army was on the move. I looked at the scattered campfires down toward the cold river, asked my officer if he was sure and got a good. It was a bit more modest than what any of other women were wearing, including myself.I took my seat between Eddie and Scott, thankful to be between friends and not strangers. Dinner was tasteful and period. Or so I was told proudly by Jake. The corset didn't allow for much eating and was done long before desert.About half way through the main course a woman approached the table. I saw her speaking quietly to each person. Everyone seemed to hand her something discreetly. She knelt and below the. I opened my practice bag and handed over my face towel to her. She wiped it down and said, “Thank you”. I smiled and said, “Not a problem.”Then she looked at me and said, “I should probably get going, thank you,” and she walked down the hallway.Later in the evening, when I was in the class waiting for the English lecture to start, our HOD walked into the room with that lady I met in the morning. Our HOD announced that she will be the lecturer of English for the final year students and the HOD. He thrust forward with his hips as he pulled Mrs Smith towards him by the hair. His cock split her ass hole. She screamed but he didn’t let up.“Fuck her Timmy. Fuck her ass hole” Sarah yelled from the across the room, where she was getting another cigarette.“Get up her shithole boy” Mr Smith urged. Timmy didn’t need urging. He drove his cock into the woman’s ass as hard as he could and in just a few thrusts he was balls deep in his girlfriend’s Mum’s ass. Timmy felt like a God and got into a.