The colour of the collar and cuffs on the tunic, were the same Lincoln Green as worn by the 69th.The colour of the regimental lace was different, but ...hat was swiftly changed. After the tailor had made a few alterations the uniforms fitted as if made for me alone.It is the mark of an officer and a gentleman that he wears a sword. The only bladed implements I had ever carried was a scythe and a sickle, and of course an axe. I well knew how to handle a quarter staff, as we youths of Lincolnshire. Under my neck, across my tits, down my belly.? I put a leg up and begin to soap it and slide my hands up to my pussy.... cleaning all the folds.? i am really getting into it.? It feels good to slide my fingers back and forth over my clit...down my slit to pussy hole... i have a sensual smile on my face as i keep stroking my pussy and my other hand slides up to pinch my nipple and play with my tits... the pleasure is starting to build when the hair on the back of my neck stands up.... i turn. They attacked each other with their mouths, and their bodies surged together. Her butt slid clear off her chair until she was almost in his lap. He gripped her hips. Her skirt rode up the backs of her legs.When her stocking tops showed beneath the hem of her skirt, my penis stirred. When his hand slipped between her thighs, Becky gasped.He hiked her skirt up past her hips, exposing the broad expanse of naked flank and a black garter strap."They should get a room," Becky whispered.I was mildly. She nestled in closer, and started to relax to the hypnotic music, relaxing and rhythmic. It was something having this goddess, leaned up against me completely, head on my shoulder, breathing, giving me goose bumps. She had her hand on my leg, obviously thinking it was her husband, the son-in-law. I felt like I could maybe test the waters a little bit, and placed my hand on her left leg, upper thigh by the hem of her stay up. He leg was like persian silk. Perfect, smooth and cool. She stirred.