..That's nice." Trying to act as if I wasn't interested in her."Where do you live?" Asking curiously."Right now with my folks in that green house righ... there." Pointing to where I live. "Y'all mean you live in that house with all those lilac trees?" That's the one." loving her southern accent. We talked a little bit longer, as the bus finally arrived. I couldn't help staring at this little southern belle. Her hair was shoulder length, with short banes. She had sparkling blue eyes with the. Around this opening, which had, possibly, for ages permitted a free entrance to the brilliant moonbeams that now illumined the vast pile, grew a quantity of creeping plants, whose delicate green branches stood out in bold relief against the clear azure of the firmament, while large masses of thick, strong fibrous shoots forced their way through the chasm, and hung floating to and fro, like so many waving strings. The person whose mysterious arrival had attracted the attention of Franz stood in. The wife then fixed me and her plate. We all sat at the table. Since no more skimmishing for the day I offered a beer to our guest as I had one in my hand. He took it and said thanks.Stan, the black fellow, was a college student studying American history. He told me he went to the different camps to see how the groups were. He wants to join a group but being a poor student and talking to the Union Army coming up with $2000 for a rifle, uniform, and all the other stuff he will need was out of. He leans over me quickly and French kisses me to capture my scream of passion before anyone outside the massage chamber hears me. I continue to buck my hips while the orgasm rips thru me in waves, French kissing him with abandon.My pussy is throbbing and wet, and I'm so relaxed I feel boneless. He kneels before me, pushes my knees back and plunges his tongue into my wet cunt. I wrap my hands around his head and grind my pussy onto his hungry mouth. He licks my pussy, sucking on the clit and.