Under canvas meant what it said on the box. We slept in six-man tents; the ablutions were in a marquee type tent, with a daily water bowser bringing i... the means of abluting. The field kitchen and cookhouse stores, manned by cooks detached from RAF Halton, were in hessian and canvas encampments, and the mess hall was another large, marquee type, tent. All very different from the brick built facilities of RAF Halton, and in fact what impelled me to start smoking were the field latrines.When I. Each time she ducked forward she opened her mouth a little more, each time teasing more and more of my head before she finally opened enough to allow the whole bulb to slide between her lips, instantly getting whipped by her tongue as it flicked across my sensitive tip. Moaning softly I continued my exploration of her tits, twisting her nipples how I knew she liked, playing with the hard teats just like she’d shown me to do. We were always open in our likes and dislikes and she had carefully. When he got home, he found that he had a source for the pot, but no customers.For the next 90 or so minutes I watched his mother, who was the owner of more silicone products than a tire store, and his sister try to help Charlie find his way in the world. I would comment on how bad the actors were, if I didn't feel really bad calling those people actors.The woman who played the fifty year old mother had a bad cosmetic surgery addiction, in addiction to her supposed pot addiction. The pot could. “Exactly, I have been coming in here two or three time a week since my divorce. Back then I weighed about fifty pounds more and frankly the only sex I could get was on my knees at the gloryhole. The more I came in and sucked cock the more inspired I got about my appearance. I also became much more confident than I ever had before.” The woman said quietly as both women knew they were the center of attention.“I didn’t know they had a gloryholes at this store. I think I will join you if you don’t.