I suppose one of the most fun smokeplay experiences I have had, though, was briefly, when one girlfriend was not repulsed by my crossdressing and also... smoked herself, we set up probably 30 candles of all sizes along the sides of my dining room table (about 8 feet long). In that otherwise unlighted room, she sat naked, I sat dressed, and we both smoked 120s and exhaled the smoke in the valley of semi-darkness of the table, between the light the candles gave off, at each others’ faces, taking. I lay on my back and slid under her face, she bent forward and we kissed long and deep tongues thrashing each other’s mouths I reached up and took her tits in my hands and felt the weight of them, we stopped kissing and I slid further down her body, getting her tits level with my face and lick sucked and kissed them, pulling on her piercing with my teeth, sucking on her fleshy globes with my mouth, it was her cunt I wanted. I slid back towards her head and got of the bed moving around to her. Into the house I followed her right into the front living room where she kicked off her shoes and walked right over to the couch and flopped down. I was a bit hesitant, but she motioned me to sit next to her, while she told me the house rule of no shoes on the carpet. Kicking of my shoes, I walked over and sat right next to her on the couch. She pushed on my chest to lay back and she immediately started to undo my belt buckle and unzip my pants. Just the fact that this was happening was. "He wouldn't say what it was about."Of course the first thing that came to my mind was Bristol Peace floating in th river. I wondered if he had washed up, or if someone had seen him go into the river and Blevins just figured out who threw him in. Either way it didn 't seem as though it was going to be good news."Dial the number and hand me the phone please. My eyes are not what they used to be." It was a lie, but then I just felt liked having her do the simple thing for me. She might as well.