" I took out the pack and shook out a butt and gave it to her. "Didn't know you smoked." Just sometime." She took it, and she held it, watching me. Th...nking? Looking?I struck a match and she lowered her face and pulled on the cigarette. She lifted her head, her eyes looking up, and she blew the smoke up. Almost straight up. She held the cigarette in the air and she looked into my eyes again, and there was that coy smile, her eyes skeptical. She was definitely different.She said, "Well, yer. I can feel his fingers intertwine in my hair as I suck on him. He softly tries to help me go lower and I pull off and tell him to relax and enjoy what I am doing and where I am taking him. Sound familiar I say as I smile and swallow his hard cock all the way to the base. Feeling it brush against my throat. I start to suck harder as I slide it all the way out till just the tip is in my mouth then drop my head back down swallowing it all. I can feel the pulse in his cock as I suck it and lick it. They were good for real close-in work when the redcoats were swarming over the earthen fortifications at the very end when the long guns were silent due to lack of ammunition. The opportunity to “fix bayonets” was a joke because the rifles were not the British army or Hessian military type with that capability and used only for hunting small game in the forest.It was obvious to me from the very beginning that we had the distinct advantage because the redcoats were slow at reloading and they. Finding it, he reached inside and grabbed a ball-point pen. "Here's my phone number," he said, scribbling as best he could in the dark on a small piece of paper and handing it to Lydia."I--thank you," she stammered, touched at his directness and concern."That's all? Just thanks?" Tom asked, dropping the pen and moving forward quickly. Lydia gasped as she felt his strong arms around her waist once more. Through her slacks she could feel his cock begin to stir, rise up and push against her.