It made his fantasies more powerful. Even though he knew nothing could ever happen between them, just the possibility of it was enough to make him get...a hard-on.He threw a series of shirts from the floor at her. Each one getting closer to her face. Each one making her more and more perturbed. His final throw of a dirty pair of jeans that covered her face put her over the edge.In one motion she tore the jeans from her face and smacked her phone down on the bed beside her. “That’s it!” she yelled. It had been my experience in this time period of the American Civil War that neither side did that very much at all preferring to pound each other to little pieces on the open battlefield. I can’t even blame it on the terrain or the lack of sufficient cover because it was more a sense of proper behavior rather than more important things like the element of surprise or covert maneuver. Since I had the benefit of long-range perspective, it seemed to me that it was more a function of ingrained. I slammed the door behind me and waited. But she either stayed where she was or went to another room. I thought I heard her crying. I dressed quickly and decided to make a run for it. I ran through the kitchen – from where I could notice her standing in the living room, her head covered with both hands – and out to the garage where I got my bicycle. I decided it was time for a long ride.I knew I couldn’t stay away forever. I had to face up to it sooner or later – that, or runaway, but I had no. If I continued like this, I was going to cum too soon. Time to slow things down a bit. “Okay, slut, back on the bed – lie on your stomach.” Again, she obeyed without hesitation.I admired her tanned, beautifully proportioned back and butt. The redness of the paddle had already begun to fade – I guess I hadn’t hit her as hard as I thought.I began to lick and kiss my way down from her neck along her back. Jasmin was pretty quiet while I was doing this – the gentle approach didn’t light her fire, I.