The sun was shining in Jane's open window. She woke up with a start; with the weirdest feeling ... Uhuru had been tracing the circumference of her are...la with his finger."Good Morning. What time is it?" Six. Why?" Because just before I fell asleep last night, I had this really crazy idea. This coming weekend is Labor Day. Contrary to most countries, in North America, we celebrate Labor Day on the first Monday of September. I would have loved to show you the changing colors but that'll only be. That meant that I would personally miss the surrender of the British Army in the south but I had studied it in great detail hundreds of years later and knew every nuance of the process. The officers were allowed to keep their personal horses and their swords and battle flags but had to return to Britain never to return to American shores in uniform again. In point of fact, that was quite agreeable to the officer corps because they felt that they had not been given proper support from Whitehall. I looked at Kay, who was still in her pose. Flash!She turned herself so that she was in the same pose, but now I had a side view. Flash!After a half dozen more shots, she started to unfasten her skirt. This sexy model was a far cry from the scared creature that had tried to do so earlier. The dress started to fall down, and when it got to just below the bottom of her panties, she somehow caused it to stop slipping down. She froze. Flash! Flash!The skirt dropped to the floor, and Kay started to. "Ohhhhh baby, baby man, that's somethin' wild you're doin' to me!" It's so good... oh God, it's so good to feel your cock inside me... ohhhh!"She loved feeling that wonderful jab of his cock against her cuntal walls. Without even thinking, she'd bent her knees way up alongside Byron's body. This way she could control her sliding, rolling movements better. She could shiver her ass around when she settled her cunt down all the way on his cock. Trying several more moves, Marcie found she could.