I had time to notice that I had hit him just above where his white belts crossed, just about where I aimed.Out of the woods came Tarleton's main force... a mass of mixed infantry in a long, double line with cavalry units on each end. With the infantry appeared two small cannons on legs, grasshoppers they were called, three-pounders. Without even a pause to get organized, the whole British line advanced at the double.General Pickens commanded the second line, composed, I assume, mostly of his. Not an ounce of fat on her. She had a permanent tan from being outside all the time. Her breasts and ass rounded out her body nicely. She packed a suitcase one day without a plan and headed off. She flew by the seat of her pants. Her trusty jeep would get her to where she was going. Once in the Miami Beach area she was in awe. She had never seen so many different things. The people, buildings and night life. All extremely vibrant. She did not know where to start. First off though she needed. Susan began kissing her, lightly on the lips, the face, eyes, hair, and kept saying to her, "Cum, lover, cum on our husband's tongue."Linda must have heeded her advice, as she was soon cumming for me. Her cunt gripped at my finger and she juiced nicely. I lapped it all up.The three of us laid there for a bit, and then Susan said, "Round two."She knelt to her task and started licking Linda again.Linda gasped and said, "Again?"I whispered to her, "Listen birthday girl, you are going to get. Sam pulled out a notepad from his coat. "I'm investigating a missingperson," he explained. "Do you know a man by the name of GillesDegagne?"Sata thought about it. The name did sound vaguely familiar but shecouldn't remember from where or having ever met a guy with that name.She shook her head no.The PI jotted something down in his notepad. "Tell me, have you everheard of the Mandela effect?"Sata gave him a quizzical look.Sam continued, "The Mandela effect originates from a rather famous manby.