You can't even tell where they dug, he thought.Feeling melancholy and sad, he wondered in his young mind if he would ever meet anyone in real life wit... a face that was as beautiful as hers. She was his boyish idea of how a woman should look—and she was dead.Memorial Day...Memorial Day dawned bright and clear. Walking to the cemetery early that morning, he knew one of his last jobs would be to help his Uncle Homer distribute the wreaths of flowers that had been sent by people who would be unable. I REALLY want to hear from you.Michelle, your delivery girlJeff was so taken aback that he read and re-read the letter again several times. The ache in his cock got even stronger in the whirlpool of fantasies and scenarios that he thought would only be a dream. Quickly, he opened his dad's laptop and got online.Certainly he wouldn't have to convince this Michelle about being bound and helpless in his company. What worried him is how to present his sister/slave as his wife. Once he had the Asian. The energy exerted is forcing sweat from his forehead to drip onto me, running down my cleavage to pool in my navel and mixing with mine. He pauses for a while, pulls out and sits to my side, resting, regaining energy. He has never been a lazy fuck and luckily he is fit enough to give me a good long fuck session when needed.As he mops the sweat, I carry on rubbing my clit and slipping the odd finger inside then up to have a taste of myself,“Nice?” he asks.I slip them back in and give them to. There were plenty of dead bodies, rebels, civilians, cows, all just rotting, like as if the devil had come through town, himself. Looking at the mutilated bodies of two young girls, they had been raped and tortured, I recalled this area was split between reb and Union sympathizers. Wow, they had cut off the old mans balls and rested them on his forehead, sick bastards. As I stood pissing on the naked cunt who lay with her legs spread, I figured I wanted to avenge these ladies, and hoped that.