Still, a bit odd somehow, peculiar even, as if he really were somewhere else, always looking about, striking poses, feeling his own chin or his Adam's...apple above his high, tight collar. His powdered hair coiled above his ears under his small wig with its odd tails and his soft mouth was almost girl-like as he chatted aimlessly, glancing over her shoulder, nodding to others while he flirted with her.He had told her that he had been a prisoner in Pennsylvania earlier in the war, said a whole. Halfway there, he pulled onto a dirt road, drove down it about 1/2 mile and stopped the truck and turned off the lights. I asked him what were we doing and he asked me if I had said anything to anyone about him catching me jerking off. I told him of course not and that's when he told me that he had the same feelings I did and wanted me to know that he understood. He then unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out. I was kinda shocked about it at first but curious and I looked at it for a moment.. We both were raunchy and dirty-minded and wanted to have passionate sex without inhibitions. I told Lesa in writing what I wanted to do with and to her and left nothing to the imagination. That only seemed to turn her on more. I could tell she had a filthy mouth – and liked to do things with it besides just talking. We decided to be prudent and meet first for coffee one morning. Lesa was as described: Cute face, a bit petite height-wise, with perky tits, and nice cleavage. Her short, blonde. He was a little taller than me and undeniably handsome, with bright brown eyes and an olive complexion. Ruby was quickly embraced in his strong arms, kissing him hungrily. His hands wasted no time finding her bare ass under her very short black skirt. After a few long moments, they disengaged and Ruby introduced us. Demitri fixed me with his lovely gaze. "Nick! I've heard incredible things about you. So nice to finally meet!" he said cordially. He had an intense charisma that I could already.