I'm not all that interested in watching them, I'm more interested in the sexy little panties I've nestled in. They belong to Sandra, a pretty little s...venteen-year-old and they're pulled right up into her slit. She's sitting on a couch on her boyfriend's knee and she's enjoying his hand which is down the front of her low cut blouse, idly playing with a nipple as she watches the two lovers on the carpet.One of the lovers stands up to allow her friend to kiss her flat stomach, her hands caressing. She even smiled, just a little, the corners of her mouth turning upward a fraction of an inch.That made me stop, frozen with not only her nipple, but as much of her luscious boob in my mouth as possible. I'd covered her areole completely, kinda biting her like I would an apple, except not that hard. My hand stopped mid-squeeze, with my fingers and thumb spread and digging into her breast. Mom's nipple poked hard against my palm and I held my breath as I dreaded the inevitable. She was waking up. The fleet in Mobile Bay had the sea side covered.Grant had become fond of Warren. The man had arrived at his headquarters with nearly 2,000 men and horses ready to do any task assigned. He had presented the army a series of guarded bridges on streams Grant had expected to cross on pontoon bridges.Grant was used to people asking him for things, not offering him things. Then, too, Warren spoke well of his troops. Grant was not entirely convinced that colored troops could fight as well as white. I rushed to her side, caught her arms, and keeping one hand on her hips made her to get up, she had sprained her back badly. I slowly walked her out of the kitchen, her spongy breasts were crushing my shoulder, it was so soft, I took her to the guest room which had a single cot and made her to sit down. I told her, “Meena, I have a ointment, let me go my room and bring it, we can also give a hot water sponging and apply this”, she nodded still very much in pain. I quickly came back with Volini.