" Do you think the way Mr. Anderson helped you might have caused this?" She bit her thread and held her work up to the light.He shook his head. "I dou...t it. I suppose it's possible. There are some very deep wounds out here and some have labels on them like Sharpsburg and Gettysburg and Appomattox." A flickering image of stiffened bodies in the prison camp's endless mud passed behind his eyes.All through the spring both the weekly Sentinel and the Washington dailies had run stories about the. “Come to bed, Carl. You’re my hero, so let me give you a hero’s thanks.”I smiled at that. “I think I like that idea. You know, as the rescued fair maiden, you are going to have to really, really work at thanking me. Us heroes kind of expect it!”Marilyn stood up and I climbed to my feet after her. “Don’t push it. You weren’t that much of a hero!” she laughed.“And you’re not a maiden, either.”“And whose fault was that?” She took my hand and led me inside.We were late getting up the next morning.. I am the office manager. My desk is more substantial and open, facing the team. Having my back to nothing and no one, just windows here on the second floor allows me to “play” online with a degree of privacy when the mood strikes me. A little about me, Jenny: I am a 50-something, very married, and a proud Mom of four. I am a long-legged 5’ 10” with blonde hair, blue eyes and am a 38D. I try my best to stay in shape, but at my age, it’s tough. I am far from being a skinny minny, but most think. Her nipples are going hard and she rubs one gently between her thumb and forefinger. It goes even harder so she does the same to the other one. She now raises her other leg and her skirt slides up around her waist. There is large damp patch on the front of her thong so she lets go of her tits, grasps the top of the thong and pulls it tight between her legs, forcing her pussy lips apart.By this stage you’ve stopped everything and started to walk towards her but she shakes her head. You’re not.