”“Besides, I know how to get you going again. I can get you up again I bet in five minutes!”“Oh really? Well, then, let me see what you can do...”“Okay, then, lie down right here, and let me do all the work!” Shellie said.So, I did exactly what she said to do. I lied down, straight out, and let her do all the work. She kissed my cheeks, not just a kiss-kiss, but a sexual kiss that she trailed down my neck, licking with her tongue along the way. It felt so good and the touch of her tongue on my. "Who are you?" she said, after clearing her throat a couple of times and spitting.I told her I was an American soldier, a Continental."These were beasts, animals," she said, gesturing at the bodies. "They killed John for no reason and let that boy, that bastard, have at me for sport." He won't hurt anybody else," I said as I helped her to her feet and handed her the coat of the man she had killed. She struggled into it, covering a fine pair of breasts pushed up by her tightly laced whalebone. It didn't take long and my curiosity got the better of me. I got on my knees in front of the couch and started kissing her neck; I undid her top and worked my way down her body. I stopped at her stomach and moved to her knees.I dragged my tongue from her left knee all the way up to her waiting wet lips. I gently teased the outside of her vagina with my tongue. Teasing and tasting her. Then with a smooth slow stroke I slid my tongue in her as far as I could. She took a deep breath and ran her. My nipples tighten and strained against the sheer black lace of my bra. You pull me towards you and I stand between your legs. Your hands wound around my waist and you press your face into my skin breathing in my scent. Your hands travel lower to my ass tightening your hold on me. squeezing me gently. I feel your lips pressed against the underside of my breast rubbing softly back and forth. Your teeth nip at me through my lacy bra. My fingers shake as I undo the buttons of your shirt, pulling.