Luckily, she had a solution and reached down between her legs, brushing her fingers across his scrotum as she cast the rejuvenating spell. Feeling him...start to swell again she put her hand back up on the wall and ground her bottom side to side against him, smiling as she imagined the seed already inside her being stirred around by his prick.“You have got to teach me that spell,” said Kal.She grunted in agreement as he took her by the hips again and started pounding her ass just the way she had. He had gone into law enforcement wanting to serve the people and put away the bad guys. He loved the feel of the badge, the importance of what it stood for. Until he was taught differently.It hadn't taken long before he realized that the public only wanted to be served if it didn't inconvenience them in any way. He had heard the word harassment more from potential witnesses then from suspects. Why was it when a police officer asked a few intimate questions, good citizens yelled harassment? Good. Only yards away a hunched form bent over a few sticks and some dry grass trying to coax a fire to life. I've got to get home, thought the boy also feeling the immediate need to empty his bladder.It had been another hot, still night, and many of the sleeping Confederate soldiers lay uncovered, looking like the dead on some grassy battlefield. Only a faint haze of morning dew dampened the long-burnt land. The brassy sun soon pushed through the treeline where the picketed horses stood and promised. " Yes, and that is why we are here. I think we would be as helpless as you people if there wasn't a troop of soldiers on the way. They should give us enough backing to tip the balance in your favor." What about those immigrants that are headed here? The rumor is that they are a bunch of German religious people." Mennonites?" I've heard the name." They'll be farmers and really good ones. Probably being pushed out of someplace else. They are religious, ultra peaceful, and won't fight because they.