Thethought upset him. He didn't want this to happen. He wanted his youngerbrother, not another sister. As much as he had criticised Michael fornot bei...g boyish enough, he really liked him. And so, without a wordbeing exchanged between them, they went to sleep.* * *The next day saw John back at work, so Liz was left to look after thechildren. They had all been given strict instructions to lay off theirmother while she remained pregnant. She was nearly at the halfway stageand her tummy was. I had lots of practice with a muzzle loader and the flintlock mechanism from my days in the reenactment events that celebrated the American Revolution in places like Virginia and even down in North Carolina where the military bases abounded with hobbyists with a military background.The saving grace of the battlefield was that it was fought mostly with small arms and there were no machine guns or mortars or artillery to make mincemeat of the opposing forces. I guess that the impromptu aspect of. Both guys were blacks…I smiled and told them if they had got bored from playing golf.Then I noticed that both men were staring at my bare boobs, with my nipples almost hardening. I started to cover up; when Peter said I did not need to do that, because I had very nice boobs…His mate Jackson nodded with his head.Then I could see both guys were not trying to hide the hard bulges in their shorts. Jackson had now his hand on his big cock holding it through his trousers. I sat up and looked down,. "You can take any riding horse that suits you," she said, offering me her hand and holding my eyes briefly, a tiny smile and worry lines both on her face. Then she said, "Damn!"I followed her glance and saw three riders followed by a fancy carriage clatter into the back yard. They were both British Hussars and a Hessian cavalry officer, red coats and dark blue. "Get to the cellar," she hissed. "Quickly and keep quiet."I hurried down the narrow stairs and was suddenly in the dark after the door.