We discuss it and you advise me that you are rather turned on by this situation. I agree and we take them up on their offer. The darts fly and they ar... right on target as our shots are sloppy and off cue. Quickly, they take the lead and we follow shortly behind until the sound of triple bullsye sets the buzzers ringing! We have lost! The shouts roar and the high fives begin among them and being the good sports we are, we hold to our bet. I pay for the drinks and we pack it up as we lead them. Well I'm here to tell you that I was no advocate of owning slaves. My family didn't have any and no one we knew did either. I fought in the war because the Unionists attacked us and I was defending my country, same as it was during the Revolutionary War I suspect. I do know this: I will go to my grave believing the war was just an excuse for greedy Yankee carpetbaggers to take what was ours. I see the same thing out here in the west with the Red Indians. The same people who were a hollering. The two magical beings exchanged saliva and oxygen while their lower halves crashed together repeatedly. The witch’s cute bum shook with the increasingly harder impacts of her mate’s pelvis. Harry’s ball sack swung back and forth, hitting his woman’s pussy each time he drove his tool home in her guts. “Your arse is so fucking tight Nym,” Harry declared between breathes while continually pumping his witch’s rear. “I can’t get enough of it!”Harry pulled back, completely coming out of the young. But in the last car, she stopped as she reached the very end of the train. As I approached her, she turned to me and smiled. I reached out to hold her... My cell phone was ringing, snapping me back to the real world. The number looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't quite place it. I went ahead and answered it. "Hello, this is Frank. Hello. Hello, is there anyone there?" "Hello, Frank, it's me, Jan." "Jan, is something wrong? What time is it?" "It's 8:45. Frank, did I interrupt anything?" "No,.