I'm not writing a story that associates sex with smoking.Besides, it hits too close too home.Did I tell you that PJ and I were both smokers? That she ...moked as a teen, but I didn't take it up until I was twenty? That and coffee were two of the nasty habits I picked up in the Navy.What I probably didn't mention was that I had seen a therapist about quitting. Well, PJ had seen therapists on and off for years, for depression (this was long before she was diagnosed as a multiple). I went with her. As for myself would do my thing at the gay bars meet a guyplay around some and then move on. This seemed to be enough. I had neverforgotten our night alone in the sleeping bag. One night I was at theAgora bar in center city Montreal. It's a small gay bar with a nice agemix of Men Going in and out I would have to check to insure there were noFire trucks around to see me enter a gay bar. The bar tenders and most ofthe customers there knew me well and hell over the years I think I havebeen in bed. This time for mandatory shore duty, at the Long Beach Shipyard. Well, at least it was only an hour or so from home. The next three years were actually kind of nice, almost like a regular job. Mostly 9 to 5, sleeping in my own bed on weekends and during four day passes, seeing what a hottie my little sister had become. She was now in High School, and many of her friends were damned hot. I just wish they had been older. Or had older sisters that were over 18. And for my last two years, they sent. Smith was really hot. I had tasted her pussy before and loved it. I did not care for her pee, but that wasa part of human/goddess contact. I got off the four wheeler on my knees and looked up at Mrs. Smith."I am not being unfaithful to Sammi, am I Mrs. Smith?" Of course not! This is an emergency anyway. Since you are down there pull my shorts off."I complied instantly. She laughted a low laugh. "Hurry, Lindsey!"I pulled off her panties and she slid off the seat on my shoulders."You are so.