“Say it again…” I was running my hand down her thigh and could see the spark of arousal begin to glimmer in her eyes. “Camshaft…” She was ...ubbing her knee up against my cock now... “One more time…” I said as I caressed her pussy. “Cumshaft…..” I groaned softly as she grabbed my erection and massaged it through my pants. God it felt so damn good. I dove in for a kiss, hungry for her body in all of its entirety. “I want you.” was all I could muster between kisses. I began sliding down her shorts. He planned to stand and fight.I hurried back with my information while Reedy stayed to shadow the British and Tories. He never came back so I guessed he must have made a mistake somewhere. Morgan had camped near a low hill at one end of a big, open meadow, maybe five hundred yards square. Captain Foster told me it was called Hannah's Cowpens, and it did look like a nice pasture, but I sure would not have picked it as a place to fight a battle. Which is why I am a private, Foster is a captain. I now couldn't speak with a mouth full of mohair yarn.This stuff was really alive and scary. Lisa told me to control my thoughts and images in my mind. I listened to her voice and tried to focus. She told me to empty my mind. I tried to do this. As I did I felt the mohair relax. Then she said to picture my mouth empty and clear. As she said it I felt the mohair yarn remove itself from my mouth and retreat from my face. I now had what looked like a high turtleneck.Lisa started to explain to me. ..Emily was no better. She hadn't bothered to put on a proper tunic because 'It looked like such a nice sunny day' even though it had started drizzling. And she seemed to do her best to sway her hips and flash her eyes as she walked, which I didn't mind whatsoever. In fact I loved her damp too tight tunic and the sight of her nipples sticking out firmly. The problem was when she started walking into brambles and begging with tear filled eyes, breasts heaving, for me to make it better. That got.