M. I should mention that I hate winter, too.Kasey was sitting in my living room with a huge smile on her face.It was surprising on a number of levels....First, I didn't expect her back for a few more days. Secondly, she rarely came to my house when I wasn't home. Third, it was rare to see her smile."I'm supposed to scope out what's going on here," she said conspiratorially. "Sure, Mom gave me a list of excuses I could use for being back in town — setting things up for Christmas, last-minute. . dreadful.”Elizabeth waited patiently. The girl had to muster her own strength, and in any case, Elizabeth had no other engagements until the evening.Finally, with an obvious struggle, Mary continued. “I need to find a former Yankee soldier. I don’t know for certain that he is alive. His name is Captain Jeremiah Lodge of the 3rd Illinois Cavalry. They were stationed in Virginia, near Wheeling.”The new state of West Virginia then, Elizabeth reflected. “What is your purpose in doing so?”Mary. She started to play with them, her body shaking as her mind rode a tidal wave of orgasmic bliss. High above them, the car changed completely. All the windows were gone, the dashboard caved in and Holly could feel the heat of the demolished engine against her tip. The car only managed to cover the head of her cock and about a foot of her shaft.The monolithic pole flexed hard, moving unimaginable reserves of cum at breakneck speeds from her balls to the gaping cum slit. Before the girls’ eyes,. Yes, there's a new one! You bring up MSN, and switch your active window back to the story; just in case you need to clear the screen in a hurry.As you read the story, your thighs squeeze together, wringing moisture from the soaking sponge that is your cunt. Your hand strays to your breasts, not for pleasure, but just to make sure your nipples aren't advertising your secret hidden thoughts like two beacons flashing from your chest.You continue to read. Your thighs begin their now familiar.