Her legs almost gave way as I popped the enormous head of my cock inside her. She was panting and squirming as I sank further and further into her we... crevasse. Rhythmically I entered her and then eased out of her sopping center, only to plunge back again and again. I was relentless in my stamina. She moaned appreciatively as my slapping became a spank, the spank a rhythmic beating tattoo, leaving the print of my palm on her helplessly exposed ass. “Oh you nasty little slut! You love it. I don’t really like most of what he plays but he’s been practicing a lot and now he plays pretty good.”“Okay!” I said with a smile. “You don’t like most of what he plays. Is there something he plays that you do like?”“Um ... yeah ... he ... I like it when he plays that old Metallica song ... um.”She turned and looked at her brother who’d finally started to figure out that we were talking about him.“Hey! What’s that Metallica song you’ve been playing? I forgot what it’s called.”She started. Stripping off my clothes, I had decided to tryon a few things that I would take with me. I put on my favouritepanties, corselet with suspenders dark sheer stockings with strappythree inch heeled sandals, I was feeling good. Looking through thewardrobe, I picked a light summer mini dress, sat at the dressing tableand applied a little makeup and lipstick, brushed and fluffed my hair.Standing front of the full length mirror, I took a critical look atmyself, I could not fault my appearance, more. The bells in the city rang out thinking that they had been miraculously saved by the British fleet making swift time from the New York area.When it was discovered that the many sails were the advance column of the French fleet sent to assist Washington in a total surrender of the British army of the south, the morale collapsed to its lowest ebb and Cornwallis realized the extent of his failure. He was not the type to cry over spilled milk and made immediate plans to get the best deal possible.