Then, in one violent push her entered her. She let out a yelp and his hand came to cover her mouth with a harsh warning. He filled her completely, ful...y in her his head was hitting her cervix he was so deep. It ached, but in a way that with a lover she wanted, would feel good. He slowly pulled out and established a rhythm, his breathing was harsh and heavy, she knew he was enjoying himself...and her own hips betrayed her and started to move with him. It felt good, it shouldn't, and she was. Usually my aunt’s house was veryclean and tidy. My mother says its because she doesn’t have any boys in thehouse and I tend to agree. Today however, her house was in disarray. Boxes werescattered everywhere and her living room was cluttered with household items.“We’ll get started early tomorrow morning” she said. “You’re going to have to forgive me baby. I think you mighthave to sleep in my room tonight honey.” She said sadly. “We’ve already taken the beds out to the garage and I. An involuntary spasm jerks my hips upwards, driving my cock against your cervix. Your eyelids flutter and you suck at your lower lip. “What’s this? Is there some life in this stallion yet?” My hips start to thrust, slow and steady. You roll with the gentle motion, every inch the horsewoman astride her favorite steed. “C’mon,” you say. “Is that the best you can do?” I pick up the pace a little, my hands still resting lightly on your back. Your breasts bounce in time with the beat and I realize. Sam thought, however, that the slave quarters needed to be told that Union generals were deciding what happened in the war. “When you go back, now, go back slowly and don’t say anything.”How well the slave followed that advice, Sam never knew. Nobody else came from that direction, though, before a train was seen coming up the tracks from the east. The troopers except for a small band with matches withdrew to their horses. The men remaining lit torches, and lit the brush piled into the trestle.