It was quiet, except for aged monuments standing in many places around the field, denoting this event or that. "You know," he said slowly at one point... "We've seen Bert fire his Napoleons, we've seen Civil War muskets fired, and it's fun to watch, but it's still not easy to imagine what a killing field hundreds of those cannon, thousands of those muskets made in this place." He let out a sigh. "I've never been to Gettysburg either, but I'm told that to stand at the Bloody Angle and look out at. Oh goodness…I rubbed at my clitoris with my thumb, feeling myself getting more aroused. I moved my finger around inside my vagina, rubbing up against the internal walls, seeking out the sensitive spot a couple of inches up. By adding a second finger, I was able to go a little bit deeper. This felt awesome. I could feel myself secreting even more juices, and had to be careful not to make a squelchy noise as I frigged myself. The bus stopped, and I heard someone coming up the stairs. I looked up. He told the porter not to rush away, she would be his reward him for such good service. Her first bridal duty on honeymoon was to fall to her knees and take the porter in her mouth. Her new husband insisted that she had to stay like that until she had brought the hotel porter to full conclusion in her mouth taking every drop of semen into her stomach. Not quite what she had expected as her first bridal duty on her honeymoon night but nonetheless she could see hubby thrilling. As the honeymoon. She’d been happy, almost radiant even. She’d finally made a decision! After years of chasing forlornly after Batman, she’d finally decided to push him to one side. She’d known that Robin had had a crush on her since his teenage days, but she’d always fended him off until now. Sometimes non-too subtly she’d remembered with a little grimace! But that was behind her now. She’d decided that today’s regular monthly computer housekeeping session with Robin at Wayne Mansion was going to be his lucky.