That movie you love should have taught you that, white girl.”“I don’t care. Capes are majestic! Besides. It was only the men getting sucked up i...nto airplane engines. Men are stupid and likely to die silly like that.”“I beg to differ.”“Differ away, jitter-bug. Just be sure to differ away into the path of wrongitude.”I sigh and go back to painting, trying to ignore your satisfied giggles.- - -Out of the corner of my eye I watch you grab a Twizzler and point it at me like a drawn sword. “I’ll flog. He gave the boy fifty cents, for the ten-cent shine. His boots gleamed with the shine. He thanked the barber and went next door to the mercantile. Patty was over at the end of the counter furthest from the door, chatting with Mrs. Elizabeth Montgomery, the proprietress of the store. Her husband had died in a smallpox outbreak last year. She had made the transition, and the town now accepted her as owner and operator of the best mercantile store in Nashville. It was as if she had the magic. “Oh shag me,” I pleaded, “Please somebody, shag me.” I heard Tom saying, “Its okay,” and then I felt Mark rising up and kneeling in front of me. I could feel Marks erection against my belly as I opened my legs wide to accommodate his large cock. Mark pushed his knob end against my pussy lips and with a quick thrust, entered me. I could feel his whole length pushing up inside of me while at the same time he was gently squeezing my tits. Leaning down, Mark. As I continued to remember your smooth movements and the overflowing amount of ecstasy that flooded my body that day, I began to feel a settle warmth between my legs. It has been a long time since I have ever made love to you, and in all honesty my sex drive was through the roof. The thoughts continued, to the best of my memory, but we all know that we never remember things they way they happened. My thoughts may have exaggerated the memory, but regardless it still had the same effect. I was.