Montgomery had survived the war in much better shape than Atlanta. Although Montgomery was under Union military rule, everyone we met was still unapol...gizingly Confederate. Thankfully, the new JC was still as good a forager as he had been during the war so we left Montgomery with enough supplies to last us a couple of weeks. In amongst the supplies was a leather bound folio of sheet music that JC had snapped up for a silver dollar. That book and my fiddle provided us with many a night of. I thought I noticed a growing bulge tenting the shorts of one of them.I explained my predicament and solicited their help. I asked them to call my husband and he would come with a spare set of keys. They countered with an offer to drive me home, to assure that I arrive safely home, of course. I declined immediately. No deal then and they started moving back toward their car. Panicked, I begged them to stay. What would be a fair trade for the use of their cell phone?Boldly, one unzipped his. I hooked my long finger under the leg hole of her panties then pressed it into her. Her legs vibrated, she sipped a deep breath then her hips started rolling. I fingered her as we made out, Joyce’s sex was swelling open, warming and growing wetter with lust. I eased a second finger into her then began in earnest to bring her to peak. She sipped a deep breath then whispered into my ear “I can’t feel you right, take em off.”I pulled my hand from between her legs then sat up to pull her. Amber told me she wanted to make sure I had a few well-prepared meals every week. I never liked Dave, I always felt that Amber deserved better, but then I never felt that any guy was good enough for my Amber but me. I never knew just how true my suspicions were until I found Amber stretched out on a lawn chair nursing a double Scotch. I stood in the open garden gate studying her. She was wearing a very short summer print, halter-top dress. The top was tied loosely and I could see.