Might hang me for a deserter." You ain't British," he said, producing a pistol from behind him. Looking into that barrel was like looking down a well....I had left my weapons, cartridge box and bayonet hanging on my horse, and that decision now looked like another mistake."No," I said, putting on my friendly and innocent smile. "I'm a Marylander. Got pressed." Don' believe it," he said. "Wait, here come Michael Morrisey. He's with the local committee. Jus' sit still."Morrisey was a tall, lean man. But I was discontented with this and decided to make advances at Carmen whenever I felt like it.After ten days an opportunity arrived as the Grants were discussing their annual party for Peter's business affiliations and friends. "Well, I still have to find a dress," Carmen said at one time in the conversation."Why don't you take some of your friends out shopping on Saturday?" Peter replied."I have thought about it, but this time of year they are all very busy. Maybe you could take me?" Carmen. "Here, put these on; this will be way more suitable than your silly maid's uniform."With meticulous attention, I undressed, removing the basque and stockings, then slipped on the panties, bra, and pantyhose. Finally, sliding on the dress, admiring the feeling of the crepe fabric as it swished and rubbed against my soft legs."That will do for now," Fiona smiled. "Oh, and there's one other thing you'll need," passing me a small handbag. "Now, do you have a wallet with you?" Yes, Miss Fiona, it's. Her long fingernails caused the muscles of his buttocks to tighten as she clenched him to her. Her exquisitely cushioned soft breasts provided a marvelous contrasting sensation as compared to her hard nipples as he rubbed against her with his own hairy chest.A few moments of that wild ride were all Rick could take and remain in any semblance of control. Michelle came wildly again as she felt him stiffen rigidly and ecstatically spurt his juices into her for the first time.Shortly after the door.