I felt guilty and selfish for getting these guys all hard and excited, not going through with it and letting them fuck me at the end of the evening so...I got into giving them blow jobs. I’m sure my technique was poor at the beginning but with some practice it came naturally to me. I love the feeling of it in my mouth, that hard and velvety texture of the man’s aroused cock. They seemed to love it and I certainly never received any complaints. In my early experiences they never lasted very long. Naturally, everythin' bogged down when they came ta the ford. The heavy cannon bogged down in the disturbed sand of the ford, an' there wuz a bit of panic as the strain between the hosses pullin' in one direction an' the stuck cannon pullin' in the other direction. One of the limbers actually turned on its side, an' two of the caissons threatened ta do the same.The artillery crews jumped down an' began sweatin' ta git the cannon loose from the sand an' ta right the fallen limber. That wuz what. Andrea looked at me. “Tell her,” she ordered. “You’ve never been loved more,” I began. “I loved watching you. I saw you taking and receiving pleasure. The rapture, the passion, all of it just had me dizzy. I saw the Carolyn I always knew existed turned loose to become the fully sensual being I always knew existed within you.” “You weren’t jealous?” Cary asked. “Yes, of course!” I replied. “But it wasn’t the angry kind of jealousy. I was jealous because I couldn’t be you, feel the feelings, and. .I’m so sorry,’ she said in a shaky voice. ‘No, no, no,’ Charity said, brushing her lips to Clara’s, ‘No ‘sorries’, nice kiss. Nice!’ ‘Thank you, ma’am,’ Clara said, finishing the sentence without thinking. Charity just beamed at her then. ‘Good girl!’ she said and then kissed Clara, and this time Clara’s mouth was open, her lips soft and the invasion of Charity’s tongue was a flat out turn on for her. And then Clara was crying again, and again she wasn’t sure why. ‘I know,’ Charity began, ‘I.