Swatting the fabric back into place , I noticed a car coming around the winding curve to the house. My stomach knotted up as I looked for the driver. ...Is that him?" asked Monica sitting up to get a better look. "Oh yeah, that's him. That's Charlie!" I squealed with delight.A big gray Lincoln sedan pulled up and out jumped my handsome man in blue jeans. He rushed up to us on the grass and grabbed my bag and jacket. "Hey Monica! Hope you've been good. Sorry to run off," he said. Reaching a strong. Long, soft brown hair and a killer body to boot. She was obviously a working girl."So far," I said."Want some company?" She smiled, perfectly white teeth exposed from pouty lips."Sure." She sat across me and I ordered her the same draft. She seemed genuinely pleased at my offering and engaged in light conversation."You look kind of young," I said. "You a cop?"She smiled again. "I was going to ask you the same thing." Well, good. Now that we've gotten that out of the way--" My name's Kelly.". He saw the conviction in the boy’s eyes and the set of his chin. ‘Can’t or won’t take the oath?’ He didn’t address Dillon’s comment about his efforts to save the farm. ‘Take your pick, either way I’m not swearing an oath to the Union,’ Dillon replied returning his father’s hard stare. ‘Why in the world not? If you’re going to live here you have to take that oath.’ ‘I already took an oath, to the Confederacy. Reckon a man’s only good for one oath at a time,’ Dillon said with a grim smile. ‘But. Her whole body moves up and down as I continue with the thrusts. Once again I am able to continue for a long time. She starts making pelvic thrusts so that I may come. She appears tired. Her vagina is dry now. “It was so wet only a few moments ago and now it is so dry. What is the mater?” “It happens with me that way. I shall be wet when we start doing is after some time.” My efforts at prolonging the sex act have not proved so useful after all. I should have ejaculated earlier I realize. It is.