I pulled down her knickers and slid them down her legs. At this time, my towel slipped away and my cock was touching the front wall of her pussy.I par...ed her legs so I could run my fingers along her pussy and Anita gladly opened them to accommodate my fingers. Anita took this opportunity to grab my cock and pull on it. The kissing got more passionate, which kind of implied that I had Anita’s seal of approval and that she was looking to have some fun with me.At this point Anita lay on the bed. He immediately dropped his underwear to the floor and lay back on the bed as he said, “You better really be ready to swallow, buddy, because I don’t want my sheets fucked up.”I kept my clothes on, since there was no pretense that he had any interest in my cock, and I crawled between his hefty, wide spread legs on the bed. I was immediately struck with the sweaty, musky aroma of his crotch, and the vision of his soft cock and big balls hanging between his legs. He reached down and gripped his. ‘Ah…I’m…I’m glad you liked it,’ he said. ‘I loved it!’ Karen said and kissed him again. ‘Do you have any plans for the day?’ ‘Ah, well, yeah, I do,’ Tommy said. ‘Remember, Tina, the girl who works with me at the Inn, invited me over for dinner?’ ‘Oh?’ Karen said. There was a tone of disappointment in her voice. ‘Ah, yeah,’ Tommy continued, ‘she, um, well, she said she wanted to do it to thank me for babysitting for her the other night.’ ‘Oh,’ Karen said. ‘I-I guess I forgot you told me about. Bloody Bill Anderson was an apt name for the Captain because of his vicious attacks on civilian Union sympathizers as well as Union Soldiers. He didn't take prisoners and anyone unlucky enough to be captured welcomed death by the time they were allowed to die.Ben knew the war was a lost cause by the end of 1864. Captain Anderson was killed in October by a Union ambush and Ben continued with the remnants of the band under Archie Clement. By May of 1865 the war was all but over. President Davis.