It’s her, finally. I try to keep my stride even, try not to race for the door. I grab the knob, take a deep breath, and opened the door. The sight o...f her made me weak in the knees. There she was, just as I remembered her. Her long brown hair, her beautiful smile, her eyes... but that wasn’t all. She had dressed up for me; she was wearing a short black dress. Her body was better than I had remembered. The dress emphasized everything about her, her beautiful neck and breasts, her long legs. I cum hard thinking that even if I asked him at the last second to pull out, he wouldn't be able to pull out of me in time, his primal desire to fill me has taken him over, and he will press down and shove his cock as deep as he can in me as he explodes. I have won, I have turned him on to the point where he wants to give me his cum and I will gladly receive it deep inside of me.If he's married, his thoughts of his wife are gone, it's me that he wants and desirres at this moment, and thoughts. John’s horseshoe rebounded a couple of feet.Sam said, “Hey, you aren’t supposed to do that.”“Yes, I am,” John replied good-naturedly.Carl threw his shoe and watched it stop dead a foot from the post. It had landed with a dull thud. The group walked to the far post and looked down at the shoes. Sam’s shoe was the only one within six inches of the post. Sam said, “I got a point.”“No you don’t,” Carl said. “That point is John’s.”“That’s my horseshoe,” Sam said pointing at the shoe.“That doesn’t. The entireline of muskets shimmered in the sun as we waited for the final order. The wall hit against the Union line first, that being the longerone, trailing itself against it. I could see huge gaps of its flankdisappearing. The gaps themselves appeared to be replaced by amultitude of camp followers and soldiers. I could see groups of womenand soldiers stop where they'd been running and seem to mill aroundlike a confused flock of sheep.I looked to the side as our line fired. I could see the.