A jar of baby oil stood prominently on the nightstand beside his bed. The youths tongue lolled obscenely out of the corner of his mouth as he worked ...his fist feverishly on his crotch, whipping his hand up and down his throbbing, straining cock. Patty looked at it. It was the first time shed ever seen her adopted sons naked, stiff prick, in spite of herself, she couldnt help being curious. Shed imagined that hed have a relatively small prick, even though he was almost full-grown. Patty. I was at the smoker when she came over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. He naked tit mashed on my arm. I said your tits are hot. She leaned back and stuck them out proudly and said said everyone thinks so. I said are you having a good time? She said yes , and having my tits out is making my pussy wet. I said let me see. She stepped closer and I ran a finger up the front of the bikini pushing then nylon in deep between her pussy lips. It was in fact soaking wet. See she said, I'm so wet I could. Squeezing the length of his prick, a puddle of cum bubbling at the tip, as her tongue lashed out, capturing the delicious cum drop and swallowing before her mouth engulfed the first few inches of his throbbing cock, her fingers pump, pump, pumping his meaty erection with long slow up and down strokes. Her head bobbed lewdly on his long quivering shaft, taking more and more of his thick man meat down her throat until she bottomed out, her nose resting at the base of his fat swollen prick. Her. Apart from the rain, there were none of the usual, reassuring shipboard sounds. No creaks of easing planks or hempen ropes. The wind had died when the rain came and now the ship ghosted fitfully, the lateen sail hung mournfully unruffled and there was no cheerful gurgle at the forefoot to mark even the slightest progress. Despite this, and being soaked to the skin, Cadfael ap Meilyr, for it was he who stood the silent watch, was happy. He treasured these moments of solitude – there were few.