She was aware that her body was betraying her, her heart was attempting to explode from within her chest, the roar of her own blood racing by her ears...seemed to drown out all sound except those of the raspy shallow breaths escaping her drying lips. Her stomach seemed to be tying itself in knots, sending shivers down and through her sex. “Oh my god!” she thought, “Am I getting turned on?” His presence, over-powering yet protective, enveloped her. She felt first one arm then the other encircle. “Oh don’t do that! You might as well take it out! Oh my God, I mean keep it out, we can put it back later when we’re done.” as she then kind of shivered. “I’ll be right back. Let me get these copies out of the way and then we’ll see about giving you a hand with your... ummm... problem.”, she said and then licked her lips and walked out of the cubicle. I was so embarrassed, yet my cock was now throbbing and released a little more pre-cum. The wet spot now grew larger and there was nothing that I. I was scared, and also a bit excited. Was I actually falling in love with a white man? Could that even be possible, or was this just emotions and lust? But I decided it did not matter, I would hold onto it for long as I could, and see what the end of the war brought us.I walked back in, and John was sitting at the desk writing something. He handed me the note, and it had both his fleet address, and his parents addresses. Both their house in Charleston and their cottage at Myrtle Beach. I then. He loved her so much. Slowly, side by side, deeply in love, holding one another in tight embrace they fell asleep. If the moment had passed for Cal, it hadn’t for Maureen. She’d felt his hot wet manhood pour into her, but beyond the love and joy of the immediacy of that shared moment Maureen realized nothing. Yet even after his moment of triumph, her loving companion continued to hold her in his strong arms. He persisted in caressing, and washing her with his hot breath, plying her with soft.