" What have you got left?" I asked."A few clothes and a lot of whisky," the girl said. "It's down in the cellar." That's got some value," I said."I kn...w," said the woman, "and it's about all we've got."So I put my horse in their harness. She did not like it much but she did it, with some ears twitching and hoof stomping, after I gave her some oats I found in the shed. Then we brought up the jugs of whisky, two gallon stoneware ones. They had more than a hundred gallons of hooch, a small fortune. On her left ankle was a very thin gold chain. Her long, raven-black hair flowed past her shoulders and down the middle of her back. Her fingernails, toenails, and luscious lips were all the perfect shade of red to match her dress and shoes. Her green eyes shone like two small emeralds. Her body moved with a cat-like elegance as she walked across the bar's natural gray and white marble floor. She made her way to a table just a few feet from the grand piano where Raol was playing and asked the. “I’d have been more upset if youhadn’t come. I’m glad that you took my panties; you mademe realize what’s right here in front of me. You.” She ceased her stroking to rest both hands on top ofBrittany’s shoulders. “I’ve always loved you Brittany,even when your Father and I were together, you had thefirst claim to my heart. I know I seem a bit of a toughold stick.” She shrugged. “Maybe I am. But you have to be in thisworld, and a. "Did you like fucking me with your buddy fucking his girl on the other side of the wall? Was that hot? Damn, I wish we could have been back-to-back, me and his girl, without the wall between us, you boys fucking us both together."I've been spending some time on the internet, chatting with other wives and girlfriends of servicemen overseas. You wouldn't believe how raunchy some of those girls can be. It's scandalous, but it got me wet as hell, talking with them. I got some good advice, and there.