My nots, unfortunately, are a jumble, mostly undated.After White Plains, I decided to quit the army and go home. I did not get far, and after a slight...detour, the army caught up with me. I was fated to be a soldier I suppose. The detour came because of all those stories of brave knights rescuing lovely damsels in distress. I wish I had never read even one of those foolish things.The girl's scream penetrated the woods like a stiletto. I got off my "borrowed" horse and went to investigate. What I. His hands gripped her ankles tighter, as he held her legs open, pushing them back toward her shoulders so he could get a closer look at it. “Thank you,” she said, also breathless. She was dripping wet inside, though Henry had yet to touch her there. He had touched her everywhere else, but seemed to be waiting to touch her there, as if it was the last, most delicious ripest peach left on the tree, the one he’d been saving until the very end. It was entirely up to him when and how he would. The dogs had become even more aggressive while we had been standing there and were actually now running into the panels of the porch below the windows. It would only be a short time before one of them jumped high enough to crash through one of the windows and onto the porch. The others were sure to follow it, so it was time to put my hastily conceived plan into action.Despite all of the noise and confusion that was occurring, I managed to relax and create the conditions necessary to form a gate. She could feel his cock resting against her pussy as she tried to find her breath. "I need you so badly Jer..." She breathed. "Tell me who's pussy this is?" he taunted, kissing her neck. Marisa panted, "Yours, Jeremy, this is your pussy. All yours. My pussy is all yours." Jeremy grunted in satisfaction, pulling her head around so he could kiss her as he lay his stomach against her back and slowly started forcing himself inside her tight cunt. She was so tight and wet that he felt lightheaded.