I’m not expecting to receive an answer right away as she didn’t appear to be online at the moment. Much to my surprise, she responded within a few...minutes. I click on the link and open the message.“How are you?”“I’m doing OK. Getting ready for a snow storm. How are you doing sexy?”“Good, about to get out of my clothes – hope you’ll be able to stay warm.”“Oh damn! Thanks for the mental picture. I’ll stay warm snuggled under my blankets.”Involuntarily, I lick my lips as I mentally picture her. ‘I’ll show you if you want… make you cum…’ The shy girl was looking mostly at what Sandra was doing almost ignoring everything around her. The room was full of heavy breathing and slippery sounds, a few gasps and moans. The loudest of course was Kimberly, the 17year old teacher’s assistant was not trying to be quiet at all. She had nothing to hide, no feelings of embarrassment. She would have been happy to stand up in front of an entire elementary school, strip naked, masturbate, and then be. "What makes you think we're Yankees then?"It was too late. The woman was dead."Well, Hell's bells! That war'll never be done with," said Maeve. "I wonder if there are more Rebels like this running around?"She walked off away from the wagons to think and came upon three bodies lying in a gully—obviously a family.Maeve's heart sank, and she said softly, "The killings just go on and on."Shaylee came up behind her sister and saw the bodies."Well, damn and double damn! That's why they fired at us. I pushed so deep that my nose was touching against his skin.I sucked, allowing my throat to do some of the hard work, swallowing a little sometimes so my throat would massage his cock as well as my tongue. I felt him tense. He was almost ready to come.I pulled back.I rubbed his cock around my lips like a woman applying lipstick, kissing gently, allowing him to breathe. "Oh you're cruel" he murmured. I smiled: "Are you enjoying this?" He asked tentatively: "It's your birthday, after all." Yes, I.