Nisha saw the pre-cum.Nisha: Oh, my baby. Did I make you so hard?Saying this, she sat with her back facing me and slowly started to rub her ass on my ...erect penis. It was like a lap dance, and feeling her ass on my penis was driving me crazy. She knew that my cock was getting even harder. She slowly got up and went back on her knees.This time she was inserting her hand in my underwear and grabbing my cock. Her soft hands felt like a beautiful dream. As she tightened her grip, she spread my. I could see a determined assertiveness in his eyes. My heart began to race, was it fear or anticipation. He had now closed the distance between us, my back against a shoulder high stack of mats. He was well a head above me as he looked down. His hands fell upon my shoulders and easily forced me to my knees. The bulge in his shorts was pronounced. Out of instinct I pulled his gym shorts down to reveal a beautiful Black semi erect cock escaping its jock strap. Lowering the strap I freed it. She looks up and her eyes set on the woman shes become and her hand moves away."What happened?" Caren asks aloud to the woman staring back at her from the mirror.Caren steps into her shower and lets the cold water engulf her sticky body. The sweat from that night is scrubbed off and as Caren cleans herself, the recollection of her steamy dream swims back into her mind."Who was he?" She asks herself.A hand begins to work on what she started before stepping into the shower. Her head is consumed. I wished I had not lost my old pistol. I pulled my ramrod free, bit open a cartridge and set it by my knee, drew down on the nearer man and let fly. I never looked at the results, just started reloading. By the time I scraped the ramrod out and pulled back the vise head, I could hear feet thudding just outside the doorsill.I waited on my knees, squinting against the rising sun and when the man's body filled the doorway and the girl squealed, I fired, dropped my musket and grabbed my bayonet..