They seemed in good spirits but I knew that the camps they were being sent to were hellholes of the worst sort and that most of them would be victims ...f starvation or disease in an atmosphere of ill treatment that was the mirror image of the prisoner of war camps on the other side. It was one of the most shameful aspects of the American Civil War ranking almost as terrible as the lack of proper medical services for the soldiers wounded in combat but still in the land of the living.It was a. I kneaded my wife's rump, feeling Mitch and Garnet's eyes on me. I groaned into my wife's pussy. My tongue fluttered around inside of her. I stirred her up. She whimpered about my cock. She sucked hard. Her head bobbed up and down, fucking my cock with her hot mouth. Her tongue danced. My balls ached.I came closer and closer to erupting.She was incredible.I groaned into her pussy as my toes curled. I was so close. I sucked on her clit. Nibbled on it. My wife moaned about my cock. Her passion. Her body tensed in anticipation of that arrow's penetration deep into her breast and lungs.As she felt the arrow being released, she rose up and twisted sideways to take the arrow right in her breast. The force of the impact spun her around and she fell, her body and legs corkscrewed around as she reached for her wooden sword.Béla twisted around on the ground for a moment as she went into pain-separation mode. Her body position had been perfect. The arrow was buried deep in her right lung and. He was 44 and she was 42. He still loved looking at his wife's body even after 3 kids. She was tall, blonde, long smooth legs and amazing 36c breasts with long thick nipples from nursing the children. He watched her getting ready for bed. In the mirror he could see her thick bushy pubic hair. He loved how it covered her across her low stomach and got fuller as it disappeared between her legs. Her ass was perfectly shaped for rear entry. Everything about her was sexual. He could feel his cock.