Susan was drifting in a sea of bliss. Every nerve in her young body seemed to vibrate at the smallest touch on her skin and the chaotic turmoil of her...body seemed to float on a contented cloud of peace. Susan's mind and body had been buffeted all evening by erotic sensations, excitement, fear, and shame. Those feelings had battled in her mind and body until they seemed to culminate in her pussy. They had come together into a fire ball that had exploded into something beyond anything she had. I knew it wouldn't be long before he cum. He reached out and caressed my breast. It was a soft touch that I wasn't expecting. I figured he would grope me until he spilled his seed. But he was trying to turn me on. And it was starting to work.My arms and hands were starting to cramp but I continued to stroke him, confident that he was on the verge of shooting his load. His hand was now playing with my nipple which had become very sensitive, sending signals down below. I could feel the warmth. “Play with my cock. Please.”Goodhead slipped a hand over his hard balls, whilst continuing to lick his ass. She stroked his erect cock.“Are you ready, sissy boy,” she asked. “Tell mistress what you want.”“I want your cock, mistress,” rasped Bonkabitch. “Please fuck me with your strap-on. Fuck me hard, like the naughty bitch I am.”“You dirty slut” whispered Goodhead, changing position, she reached for some lube, slipped it over the plastic cock, slipped her wet fingers easily into. When the girl finished, Andy looked at the paper, shook her head sorrowfully and said, "This may be tougher than I thought. Kelly, your handwriting is atrocious! It's got to be much better in just a few weeks."At that she produced an old letter which was protected between sheets of acetate. "Read this," she ordered.Kelly handled it very carefully. As soon as she looked at it, she gasped. It was a letter written by a woman in Atlanta, Georgia, to her husband, an officer in the Confederate Army,.