Her right hand never left my cock, stroking slowly back and forward always seeming to stop when I got too excited. Her other wandered across my chest,...pinching and twisting my nipples. When I tried to lower her panties from my face, she let go of my cock and reached up for them. “You don’t want to smell my panties any more? Well I think I know what my little boy wants!” She went back to stroking my cock, now with her panties in her hand. The lacy material was driving me wild. “You really like. I bent down, gave each nip a lick, then slid my hands to her panties. Barely enough fabric to cover anything, I used a quick jerk of my two hands and ripped the panties in two. She was now fully naked, with a pleasant aroma mixture of beer and cunt juice. I dropped to my knees, still dressed in my uniform, and began to lick her glistening slit.After about 2 minutes of that, she stepped back from me and said, "Officer, Officer, what are you going to do NOW?" I responded with a "Well, young lady,. In any event, the lack of heavy weapons didn’t hold down the casualties at Bunker Hill (actually, Breed’s Hill to be accurate) and before the day was done, the British forces suffered losses that exceeded a total of almost 1,500 young lives out of a force of some 2,500.We only mustered about 1,100 brave souls with a minuteman spirit and with more enthusiasm than actual military skill and proper logistics. My estimate was that roughly half of that number did not live to see the sun set at the. She raised her head to look in the mirror. Burying the 10 inch dildo, her legs straightened out, and up, and she watched as the cum dribbled out of her pussy. Completely spent, Grace fell back, dildo still buried in her cunt. Oh how she’d missed a cock inside her. Half naked, bare legs hanging off the foot of the bed, she drifted off to sleep.“Grace, I’m home!” Norm called out as he entered the front foyer, and headed to the kitchen.Grace snapped to attention from her dreams and was shocked to.