She had comforted herself with the knowledge that the favor Ingrid had asked of her would satisfy those cravings until her husband was again available.... That would have been a wonderful answer except for her husband’s refusal to allow her to spend another night at the Knudsen’s. Ingrid and she had together fallen in love with both of the men and spent many a long night giggling to one another over their men as they were being courted. As close as they were it hadn’t surprised Charlotte that. I enjoyed their warm, caring supportiveness ratherthan the briskness of men and the boisterous bullying of most boys myown age.That first clandestine experience of dressing in womens' was repeatedhundreds of times in my childhood and adolescence. I loved stockings andlater pantyhose the most - sometimes even wearing them under my pants toschool, and at great risk of discovery and the consequent shame andridicule. I progressed to panties, bras, tight foundation garments, highheels and. Her nose was mashed up against her sister's crotch and her chin was covered with hot, sticky cum. Shannon spread her legs wide and rested them on Maddi's shoulders. Bead of sweat were forming all over her body. Her eyes were pinched shut and her face was lit up bright pink. She dug her nails into the side of the bed and began thrusting her hips in sync with Maddi's tongue. Maddi swirled Shannon's juices around and had to grab hold of her sis' ass to keep from being thrown from the bed. . " How about the wounded?" Douglas asked."Yes, well, I'm afraid we'll just have to leave some of them, but they'll be out the road a'ways. I'll see to them."Early stood and took Douglas by the hand. "My boy," he said, "we are powerful lucky. Like you, when I saw that blue line move out toward our lines, I thought it was all over. I thought, how'd you say it, that we'd gone up. But we got away with it. Just give me a few hours, and we'll beat 'em to the river. It's very low, and there's lot of.