"Will it hurt?" I'll be careful," I promised and kissed the small of her back tenderly."Okay," Sandy agreed softly, licking her lips uncertainly, but ...he wouldn't deny me.I felt a new rush of excitement as I freed my cock, wishing I had some of that lube stuff with me. But Sandy's ass was pretty wet already, at least the outside. Still ... I rubbed the head of my strapon across Sandy's vagina, which was literally dripping with her own natural lubrication. I figured I'd get my cock good and wet. Hikers were still finding stacked up cannon balls that has been left along the trails and battlefields during the Civil War and they were still deadly.Just a few years ago a Virginia Civil War enthusiast blew himself and his house apart trying to remove the fuse and black powder in some he had found on the Appalachian Trail.It was an arms cycle; every time armies were issued newer, more modern weapons, the older weapons went into the warehouses. A few were transferred to civilians while most. My job is to get this place in working order as quickly as possible, and I don’t have time for ghost stories.”“Yes, Sir,” she replied. “I’ll see to it that the job gets done.”“Great, I’m counting on you, Miss Nelson.”Before turning back to the elevator, he wandered over to the large windows that looked out over the city. It was a warm summer’s day, and there was a heat haze on the horizon that made the towering buildings seem to waver. He never got tired of seeing the Manhattan skyline, the. For a while we stayed there not saying anything I had taken his cock in my hand and was slowly stroking it enjoying the feeling I had hardly noticed that Dick was now stroking mine, I told him that the first night I thought it was a dream and the previous night I had enjoyed him sucking my cock and he could do it anytime he liked in the future, Dick just smiled and moved on the bed so that once again he could reach my cock with his mouth. Somehow or other we ended in a position where Dick's.