It was scorching hot, no one in their right mind was out in the fields or working in their vineyards.Will softly ran his velvety fingertips on my puss... lips, up and down. He repeated it a few times then changed to only upward motions alternating between the left and right side. My happy button was slowly coming to life and asked for attention with gentle throbbing.Will was a very mindful and teasing lover, who really liked spending time down there and play slow, playful games. “Watching you. Able heard the Southern troops running across the bridge and deploying themselves along the western bank. Then he heard the bridge blow. There'd be no regrouping by Tyler's troops for another go at Jackson in Port Republic.Able wasn't dumb. He knew the blowing of the bridge would signal Tyler just not to stop his retreat to Harrisonburg. And Able couldn't walk that far in front of a Confederate advance, even if he dared rise from the scant cover he'd gained when he'd hit the ground. The wound. I managed to squeeze my thumb through my still very tight snatch entrance and into an even tighter hole, producing now very loud screams of pleasure. I began to fist myself at a fast pace, loving the feeling of my pussy stretching and contracting trying to accommodate my fist. My fist is the only fist I can fit, Brett’s hands are far too big. I began to tremble as my thoughts of Kattie began to get very very erotic - fisting, dildos and of course the eating each other out. With that final. " I whisper, "I'm so sorry... I'm sorry..." I rise and take this amazing creature into my arms. She needs so much love. And somehow, after everything that's happened, I still have so much love to give.I denied it from the very start. Wouldn't let myself think it. Eventually I couldn't deny it, and I blamed myself. Then I blamed the monks, for making me feel this way. And then, when the end came, and Glory took my Dawn away, it was as though a piece of me had been ripped away. I stopped blaming.