My mother had found the salad tongs. She was holding them in her hand. She brought them close to my groin and held my cock between their teeth. She re...merged, keeping a hand under the table.In the past I had done something similar. I jacked off using an adjustable wrench. But this was different. The grip wasn’t too tight, and between my cock and those cold metal teeth there was the fabric of my shorts. Her waist moved up and down, stroking my cock slowly. The grip loosened. The teeth scratched. " And?"Jane thought back to that night. After sex the second time (twice!!), they were laying in bed together, just talking - something they used to do all the time, but which recently had gotten rarer and rarer."Ted?" She asked, her voice quavering a little."Yes?" I'll need your 'help' more often." Sure, whatever you'd like." I mean, I've been told ... ah ... I mean, I want your help," she emphasized the word, "no less than twice a day." Sure sweetie, anything you need," Ted, clueless, was. Once inside their cabin, Caroline said, “Malcolm, what is going on? What are you going to do now?”Her husband smiled wryly as he stepped out of his shorts and began to pull on some khaki slacks. “Why, my dear, I thought it was obvious. I’m getting dressed. I would suggest you do so as well.”Once everyone had reassembled on the bridge, Captain Jimmy gave new orders. Robby was to steer while he climbed up to the flying bridge, then Robby and Malcolm were to sort out some ropes and lines to throw. But there was meat and some deli for sandwiches at lunch time. We bought bacon and eggs. We don’t have a car. We have to carry everything home on foot so we couldn’t go overboard. But it was so nice to have food in the house for a change.Mom had to work on Sunday. We spent the day together until she left in the early afternoon. I cleaned house for a while. I’m probably one of the few girls in the world that doesn’t mind doing housework. It beats the hell out of sitting around staring at the.