The predawn gloom and heavy fog made it almost impossible to see anything but at least the fog muffled the sounds of the sledgehammers hitting the joi...ts on the railroad bridge.Unfortunately, it also muffles the sound of the approaching Yankee cavalry.As soon as Mary saw the vague forms moving through the fog to the north she leveled her Walker revolver and fired one shot at the vague figure in the lead. She frantically re-cocked the heavy pistol and tried another shot as the cavalrymen kicked. Di is clearly enjoying the action, as her hands and arms encircle my head, encouraging me to devour her. My right hand, finally now free, is wasting no time and is kneading her other breast, revelling in its size, its softness...Take me from behind, John. I want you to fuck me hard, treat me like your bitch in your wife’s bed!”“Jesus, I really should have married you!” I only half joke.“Why doesn’t your wife like it rough, John?”“She doesn’t like it full stop!” I reply, not joking.“Then take me. ”“Huh?”“All the girls down there are our friends,” Melody explained. “But there are really only two that I’d go any further with—Kate and Allison. Ever since Kate watched you paint, she’s been in awe of you.”“And...” Lissa said, but halted. She glanced away with a little smile.“Yeah,” Melody continued. “I saw that.”“Saw what?” I asked.“Saw Kate kiss Lissa goodnight when we came upstairs. We all had a little smooch-fest downstairs after Lissa and I finished our story, but most of them were just. Nobody left the group.It took about two weeks for everybody to get settled in, and Sarafin was a great help in sorting it all out. She already knew all of the intimate details of running such a large undertaking, so she was the obvious choice to be the major domo for me. By being one of my now many wives, she carried my authority along with her acknowledged expertise. Nobody seriously argued with her decisions, though there was the expected grumbling when somebody lost a disagreement. It never.