Take that poor excuse of a dick out and play with it while we walk. She leads me to the same picnic bench I fucked on last night. I sit down, she back...up to me and lift my shirt and then sits her ass on my cock. Fuck it tight and she slides all the way down and tells me that she love my black cock deep in her ass. While she is bouncing up and down on me, in between moans she tells her husband to come over and lick her pussy while she'e getting fucked he does as he is ordered. She's fucking me. "I'm sorry Max about leaving you. Surely you of all people know how I feel?" he asked,"I have some idea, but I would never personally buy into it. I think you are an idiot, Being loyal to someone, who tried to kill you just strikes me as lunacy," I said.Even though I thought Martin was quite mad, I accepted it. It also didn't stop me from saying goodbye with an exhausting night of sex. It began with some serious goodbye kissing. Which quickly led to hands all over the place. His hand on my. I wanted to experience the feeling of stockings on my legs. Choosing one of her garter belts (white), which were a little smaller than others, I drew it up and rolled up silky lace stockings to attach to the dangling ribbon and ruffled straps. It fit me to perfection and pleased me immensely. I then discarded the sweatshirt and tried one of Mother's brassieres, a lacy, white, seamless creation that fit my shoulders just right without any adjustment of the shoulder straps. In spite of this, the. The situation reached a climax when Southerners fired on Fort Sumter. Within weeks the Union was at war with the rebel states. My partners and I were worried since we had many dealings with the South, but all were confident that the war would be resolved in months. Such confidence was soon shattered. The war dragged on for four long years.I spent the Civil War years in Boston. In one sense, it was a good time. The Union navy cut off trade with the South by blockade. That meant even more goods.