.." His voce mused trailing off."I was hoping, that after you had some time. Maybe you might be willing to return the favor." You mean," She asked sur...rised. "You need my help?" Yes." He repeated firmly. "I am reluctant to impose my wishes but I fear..." What can I do?" She insisted."I am trapped in this place." He finally confided. "Doomed to wander these lonely halls!" No." She gasped, having suspected as much."Did ... Did you die here?" Nagi had asked after a long moment."No," He replied. Her pussy was nice and pink and pretty open from me as i went over her and rubbed my cock up and down teasing her as her face of lust just looked at me begging for it as i started to enter she arched her back as she put her arms around me and i put mine under her gripping her shoulders just giving her slow but very hard thrust which we squirted from twice. As i pulled out she would squirt all over my lower abs, cock and thighs as i then entered her again and grabbed her waste as i started. The ebb tide was still slowly running, so I was sure that with luck on my side, we would arrive at the mooring on the slack. Thereby making picking it up far easier and safer to do single-handed. Once the tide started to flow, it moved very fast on that river and Quiet Times would have been a real bugger to hold steady while mooring her. Tara had made a fair job of scrubbing the foredeck, but that didn’t make her a sailor. From her body language I somehow doubted that she had ever been on a. They fitted snuggly over my long legs, but getting them over my wide hips and protruding ass was quite another story. As I tugged them up, I felt them pull into my womanly split between my legs. It actually felt sort of nice. My blonde pubic bush was just visible through the nylon mesh. Jane tossed me a pair of fashion jeans with the word "Chic" embroidered on the back pocket. After a bit of a struggle, I hauled the up and closed the zipper. The seem in the crotch really pressed into my pussy..