Ellen Pettigerald had visited here twice before in the company of her friend and hostess, Regina-Lynn, the eldest daughter of the Mather family. She h...ad sailed from England in the early spring of 1863 to visit her American cousin after the war had started, but the South, having won all of the early battles, was still intact, and confident that the dream of their prosperous cotton empire would prevail, along with the institution of slavery, which for a century had made it possible. Ellen had. His hands slowly moving up and down my body as if they were studying every inch of it, he was enjoying the sensation he felt through his fingers. He took off my shirt and shorts. I hadn’t been wearing underwear and it made him smile. He stepped back and was admiring me as he undressed. A minute later I felt him against me again. His 7” cock was rubbing against the split of my ass. Moving it up and down, teasing me, I turned around and took it in my hands. Gently stroking it, I thought, “the. " John practically screamed as he ran into his room.He sat down on his bead and stared up at the mirror over his bed and with much courage decided to strip down and see what was going on. As John watched the mirror he saw his hips widened and his waist dove inward. His cheekbones moved up and his body fat disappeared. He saw himself shrink in proportion to the bed and his hair grow blonde and fall to his shoulders, then he felt his spine arch inward and his butt grow round and plump.His eyes. Deliciously red and welcoming. Now she was saying something else. Again too loud to understand. But the battle raging around, almost lost to them, encased as they now where in a psychological bubble. He blocked out the sound and cannon of the crowd and concentrated only on her. And by the looks of it, she on him. There were centimetres between them now as they edged closer. The willow of mist from smokers or an ice machine. The theatrical pulse made them both curious. Destiny though, if that’s.