"That has to be the one," He told himself.Not bothering to knock He opened the door and walked in. The rooms were large and sumptuously appointed. The...décor was masculine. Colors were bright but "aristocratic" if there were such a thing. Chairs and sofas were dark leather, the paintings modern and the cabinets finished in bleached oak. A miasma of perfumes and alcoholic fumes clogged his nose. An underlying aroma of heated sex emanated from the bodies, male and female, trying to make. We got out the springer poles, tied up securely, attached to shore power and water, then restocked for the winter. It was the time to buy books, clothing, food and movies.It was late one Saturday afternoon just before Thanksgiving. The air in the salon was perfumed with the smell of the beef stroganoff bubbling away in the galley. A heavy storm bearing sleet and snow was driving in off the Atlantic. We were looking through our movie collection to see what we wanted to watch when my cell phone. I sucked it with lust as I had not had sex for very long. He was moaning and pushing it inside my mouth. He then got under me in 69 and licked my pussy. He licked it so good that I came in his mouth twice.My juices were in his mouth and flowing out. He drank it all. He kissed me all over and put his two fingers inside my pussy. Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh…What a feeling!I was in heaven, cloud 9 and whatever to describe this feeling, I was there. He slowly took out his fingers and licked them. I was in. Still I do not regret, because its ‘her’ fault. In my last story, I have explained about how “Sreeja,” introduced me to the world of fantasies and my journey. the story happened in 2003, it is the time when Sreeja’s family completely shifted to other city, and I have been starving for my pleasure since sreeja. It was summer and my mom went to her sister’s house in a nearby town because she got a phone call that something is serious at their house.Coming to sowmya, she is my distant relative,.