"What's going on?" whispered Tracey from behind the thick bush where she and Buttercup were sheltering."Soldiers killing each other. Soldiers killing ...ther people. Lots of things." It doesn't look very organised," whispered Tracey who'd always imagined warfare to be somehow more like the array of plastic soldiers she'd seen in model shops. Or even like the set pieces she'd seen on some movies. It was difficult in the smoke and the distance to make any sense of anything that was happening.. On the night I was not getting sleep and was looking for something different to jerk off, decided to chat to hr in whatsapp, to my surprise when open whatsapp she already sent a hi msg to me.She: hiMe: hello, had dinner……… Some bullshit texts.I made a bold move and askedMe: what colour today?She: colour? About what?Me: guess what I am talking aboutShe: ohhh!! Understood buddy? But there is nothing over there ;)Me: meaning you didn’t wear?She: usually in night I wont wear. How about youMe: wow!!. I was caught in a quagmire: watch Denise or respond to my cock? I started to stroke my aching bone. After a few strokes I didn’t feel like I could handle it much longer. I opened the door wider. Denise looked a bit surprised to see me and motioned me over to her. I was stroking my cock as I walked. I walked slowly as I approached the eager Denise. Within her reach she grabbed my cock and vacuumed it to her mouth. It was a hole in one, as my cock went right to the target. Her hot tight mouth. The crew of the Belle of Ohio pushed her away from the wharf with long poles at first light the following morning. Captain Pickett expertly steered a passage out of the mouth of the Yazoo and turned upstream on the broad, flat as glass, Mississippi. The mighty river was placid in advance of the flooding that usually followed the spring thaw, still a month in the future. Although Captain Pickett called the Belle a tow boat, we actually pushed the barge up river in front of us. The Captain.