?Please! More!? I was almost crying.And then, his hands and fingers went to work. Before I understood how it had happened, my bra was on the floor ...top my blouse. Somehow, Doug was now sitting *behind* me. His wonderful strong arms were wrapped around me, and his hands were roaming the smooth skin of my breasts, occasionally sliding down to my belly or sliding up to stroke my shoulder or neck. I realized that I was moaning and crying all at the same time.?What?s wrong, Angel???Doug, you. Malcolm Bennett is riding along with the local commanders of the force protecting the mine relief column, one leads the mounted soldiers and the other commands the foot soldiers in the wagons. Their scouts reported a patrol of about twenty men shadowing them for the last five days, but they keep well back and evade any attempt to attack them. All three of the leaders read this as them waiting for more support. So do their troops, so for the last five days they’ve all been on edge while waiting. Either situation made her happy, and me too.Carol said, "I think I can cook this by myself now, especially if I get Julia or Donna to help me." I wasn't going to criticize that comment at all. Carol's chicken cooking ability put her above petty concerns such as logic.I regaled them with stories of the Examiner from Hell.Carol regaled us stories about her lesbian put-downs. They hadn't been anything subtle or sophisticated. Carol's main mistake in handling obnoxious boys in the past had been to. She shifted in her seat and leaned forward. I could hear her breathing more deeply and saw her lips purse slightly in the half light. “You ok?” I couldn’t stop myself whispering in her ear, breathing in the delightful smell of her and feeling her blonde hair brush my face. “Oh yes,” she murmured, with a nod and that by now familiar, irresistible smile. As the scene progressed we heard – though did not see for reasons of television propriety – the lord and master deliver cracks of whip on bare.