He returned with a pair of boxes or small crates. "Winchester Saluting Guns." he said. "We're going to have so much fun with these. Naval vessels are ...upposed to fire a gun salute to the nation when they enter a foreign port. The positions are to fasten these down. Since there are only three of us ... at the moment ... during entry and exit of a port we will fire a 21 gun salute. The proper sequence and timing is set by an ancient chant. It goes like this," he started a deliberate pace and. I was still a bit awestruck at how long and thick it was…I couldn’t even get my fingers all the way around it as I began slowly pulling on it like a cow udder. I could feel his dangling nutsack swaying back and forth, banging into my fingers as I stroked my hand down along his shaft to the tip of his cock and back up again to its base.I slipped my other hand into my bikini bottoms and found my swollen clitoris. I began rubbing and pinching it, enjoying the feeling of milking his cock with one. Marissa: He there what brings you to BumbleI thought how simple that question is and the simple is usually better.Me: Just trying to find the one for meMe: I know it seems hard but you will never know unless you put yourself out thereMarissa: Same just trying to find a guy that wants me for my personality and not just use me for sexMe: I am not on here for sex right away, but later on I hope that comes with the relationshipMarissa: I hope there is sex in my next relationship my pussy is dry as. The door slammed. I grunted back to consciousness, and then groaned with the pain of wakefulness. Drool spilled from my mouth and I tried to catch it on my chin - the darting motion of my neck bringing a moment's cramp - but failed. A light shone, reflecting, I guessed, from two floors below. I heard him moving around, the rattle of keys and plastic. My heart began to race, and I felt my cock harden. I foolishly tried to convince myself that it was a reaction to my urgent need to urinate,.