"Where are all these terrible Rebs you saw, Seth Williams?" Caroline asked in her I-told-you-so voice. Seth did not respond.The wagon rounded a gentle...curve where the trees blocked the view ahead. Caroline saw the ruins first and cried out, "Look! Seth, look, look at your uncle's store. Goodness!"Seth stared where the girl pointed. The front and side walls of the store stood, but the porch and shingled roof had collapsed, and the storeroom and rear wall were gone. Above the broken windows the. I untied his hands and pushed him onto the bed. I used a scarf of mine and a belt to put one of his hands on one side of his bed and his other hand in the middle. Our king sized bed was to big for him to reach all the way across comfortably. "Oh my God. I need sex so bad. Please please please!" He said it in such a whiny voice, I almost went down on him, but I didn't want to end this too quickly. We both needed to enjoy this. I knew this want the last round he could go without falling asleep.. As she began fingering her own clit while we fucked, I could feel her shuddering orgasm pulsating against my hard on. Before I could climax, she lifted her pussy off my cock and straddled my face, replacing her wet cunt on my cock with her equally wet mouth and tongue. “Eat me out!” she commanded, and I distracted myself from my own pleasure to concentrate on tonguing her clit and G spot. By the time she stopped grinding her hips against my jaws and began her second orgasm, I was spurting rope. I stood in the middle somewhere.Growing up in the 1960's gender roles were massively enforced andstifling; the fear of being outed was palpable. Men's clothing was, andis, purpose driven, rough, confining and restrictive in all aspects; theform and function of it was strictly enforced as though it was auniform. Women's clothing on the other hand was about freedom andbeauty. Men's clothing is boring; women's clothing exciting. Womenexpressed themselves through their clothing, men weren't.