I am more than happy; my mouth is watering like I am eating the best steak dinner ever. I get them wet and she is balls deep down his 11-inch cock. I ...it back in awe and watch her take this and to hear her excitement as she rides his monster cock. He plays with her large tits and I ask him if I can please lick his balls, the smell from his crotch is AMAZING, the sex and pheromone smells are just making every part of me die in ecstasy. The best part is his cock is making her creamy, but not. Neither of us could contain ourselves. We ravaged each other lips in a flurry, like wild a****ls in heat, the passion between us couldn’t be contained. The strength of his kisses was a complete contrast to the full, softness of his lips. My knees weakened as he pressed his hand into the small of my back to press me closer. His experience was obvious, but his passion over rode anything else. Through the thin fabric of my dress his swollen bulge pressed against my stomach and I wanted to rip his. The girls applauded. They shouted at me:"Frank you can do it, shoot, shoot, shoot your man juice."This was too much. I exploded. The stuff went everywhere."Very nice, Frank," Chloe remarked."I told you he was a shooter," Tina laughed. "Let's examine the newspaper sections."The girls picked up the various sections and examined them closely, sometimes conferring with each other. Susan announced the verdict: "Frank wins, he shoots the farthest, all the way to the sports section." She was waving my. Foster's men had drawn rear guard again so we were constantly in sight of the camp followers and their wagons. Cornwallis or whoever was in change mounted what one college boy labeled "desultory" attacks on our flanks, just chivvying us along. Most of the Germans and Redcoats had gone into winter hiding, curled up with their doxies and some hot rum drinks.One of those crisp days, I wandered off and found Gilly. We bundled up in the back of her wagon and renewed our friendship in a few lunging.