The candles are lit and the house smells of sweet seduction. I am wearing his favorite white dress shirt and favorite tie; I have the first three butt...ns undone showing off my red lace bra that he loves so much. I have put on my black fishnet stockings, held up by the garter belt, which he bought for me, and finally the heels that make my legs and ass look great. When Steve walks in the door and sees me at the stove stirring his favorite chocolate, for dipping the fruit he loves, he drops his. She was about forty five years old and looked like she had lived a hard life. Her face bore the signs of scars superimposed on her with anger, but still it looked like a beautiful face. She had obviously not taken care of her skin and by being out in the ocean for years she looked worn; at least I thought we were out in the ocean.Now I was sure that I could hear the ship moving through the water. She told me to follow her and she walked over and opened the bulkhead hatch to the outside. The sun. “You gonna cum baby? You gonna empty your balls deep in my ass?”“You want it?”“More than anything.” She looked over her shoulder and eyed him as she slid her ass up, until only the tip remained inside her, then eased back down, pushing his shaft all the way in. Endless hard flesh sinking into her body. “Please. Please big daddy. Blast my ass full of your sticky sperm. Fill my gorgeous ass like you filled my pretty mouth. Like you filled my tight pussy. Please baby. Be a bad boy and make me a. Like too much chocolate. Or too much port.”“Well, no more port for me!” I said, laughing. “Does Annabel have a horse?”“Yes, an Andalusian gray.”“He must be beautiful.”“Yes, he is. What did you ride, growing up?”“Well, in the barn in Wisconsin, I exercised all the horses, Arabians, Akhal-Tekes, Appaloosas, Morgans, even a Belgian draft horse. But out in Montana with Dad, I rode mustangs and quarter-horses. I love quarter-horses with their big chests.”“Did you race?”“Just some barrel racing when.