"Cum inside me. I want you to fill me up," I moaned into his ear. "You ready for my cum?" he asked as he kept pounding away at my needy cunt. "Yes. Gi...e it to me. Give it all to me!" I felt another orgasm coming."Here it comes! Ohhhhh.." He erupted inside me as my walls clamped down on his cock in another orgasm. I felt rope after rope of cum splash against my inner walls. This drove me crazy. He lay on top of me for a few minutes until his dick was too soft to stay inside me. He pulled and. Lucinda said you were sick.”‎‎”Hello Sandra, I’m mostly snotty. That isn’t life threatening just very uncomfortable,” I explained.‎‎”Would you like me to bring you over a can of chicken noodle soup,” she asked.‎‎”I’ll pass. I am just going to stay inside and try to stay warm and dry,” I replied. “I do appreciate the offer though.”‎‎”You sure that you don’t need anything?” Sandra asked before she hung up. ‎‎ ‎‎”No thanks, I’m going back to bed. I hope when Tuesday comes I’m more energetic.” I. Every piece of the comforting candy had guilt written all over it.Eric's promotion had changed him. It wasn't just the long and frequent absences that threatened their marital bliss; because that's what it had been, like a never ending honeymoon. When he was home these days he was restless and dissatisfied with everything—including her.When they moved out here, away from her friends and family, she sought to replace the comfort those relationships provided. Food, usually very fattening food,. He put it on the table between us."One of my patrols is just in. They found three of our men up the road, two hours' ride, dead; one with a shotgun blast, one with what appears to be a rifle ball, too small a hole for a musket, shot in the back, and the other with his throat cut, head nearly sliced off. Know anything about those dead men, those good men up there?"I glanced at Fidelia who sat quietly across the room with one of the militiamen beside her, a small smile on his pock-marked face. A.