The house is full of damp clothes and must smell like Sunday morning in a brothel. My hair looks like I’ve been dragged through a hedge. My hair and...whole body are salty with dried piss and I can feel the stretch of dried cum on my back. My mouth feels like leather. I’ve got Chinese takeaway breath, why do I always have those spring onions?At the bottom of the stairs I grabbed the pile of damp clothes we took off coming back from the restaurant, bundled them into the dining room. What’s that. Then came a charge of another group of infantry. The carbines grew hot in the men’s hands as one charge followed another. There was no time for midday dinner, and when the sun went down on the temporarily-unoccupied field to their front, it was covered with dead and wounded Confederates.Sam sent a lieutenant forward with a handkerchief on a stick. When the lieutenant was stopped, he proposed that they cease fire while soldiers from both sides were permitted to gather up the dead and wounded.. Uske honton ki kasi huwi pakad mein apne laude par mehsoos kar raha tha. Meri chut mein aag lagi huwi hain sahaab. Apni is behen ki chut chaato na bhaiyaa. Maine apna launda uske muh se baahar nikaala aur usko litaakar uski chut par apna muh press kiya.Woh sisikiyaan bharne lagi Ssssshhhhh ahhhhhh umm m uuuuiiiiiimmaaa. Maine apne honton ko uski chut par ragadna shuru kiya aur phir apna muh kholkar uski chut mere muh mein le li. Phir maine apna muh bandh kiya aur uski chut ko zor se squeeze. You belong to me now, and I want my scent on you.” Her smile spread so wide it occupied her entire face, her teeth exposed. “Don't shower until the morning. I want you to sleep coated in my sex. Do you agree?”She was nearly hopping in glee. “Uh-huh. I mean, yes.”“Okay.” With that, I unzipped my fly, and freed my utterly erect manhood. As she moved swiftly to my feet, I added, “Use only your mouth, and keep your hands behind your back.“Yes Sir,” she breathed. “I mean...”I interrupted.