My hands slide forward, coming to rest at your titties, cupping them, squeezing lightly at each thrust of my cock inward. “Wench, you are overdress...d. I would feel your udders without cloth on them.” You feel the back of the dress loosen as my hands trail down your spine, and I slide the dress up your body, over your head as you move first one, then the other, arm out of the way. Somehow the silken bra came loose; you don’t know how nor care. Dress and bra are soaked through with sweat,. ”Adrienne glanced over at Sasha before returning her attention back to me. “There’s something we need to do together. Go back to bed.”Groaning, I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling, muttering, “How ‘bout you two postpone whatever it is you want to do until later, strip off those clothes, and come back to bed with me.”Having put on her shirt by now, Sasha crawled onto the bed on all fours and hovered over me. With a smile she bent to briefly peck my lips and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll. "No, sir. We had a devil of a job bringing them out, and I fear some of the bodies got burned. Not a sight you want to remember your loved ones by." I had seen the contorted bodies and faces of men burned to death, and certainly did not want to see Caroline or any others of my family in that state.Men hit by a musket ball will tell you that the shock of the strike brings on a numbness, which can last for seconds, minutes, or sometimes even hours, until the pain bites. The numbness of the shock. Looking down, I was delighted at the sight of my stockinged legs and suspender straps with my velvet shoes. Added to the spectacle was my huge clitoris protruding from the lacy gusset of my panties.He knelt, took my clitoris in his right hand and started to massage it. Up the shaft he went, stopping just short of the head of my cock, then back down again to my balls. His left hand appeared and he moved it so that he was cupping my balls.I pushed my hips forward and moaned, “I think I’m going to.