My friend could tell right away if he was going to get a foot job by the shoes I was wearing, Sneakers or boots he was going home an unhappy man, LOL!...If I had my signature ballet flats, my moccasins or sandals on, he knew my feet would be for his taking. I did it bare foot and with my socks (I liked to wear socks with my moccasins), it didn’t matter he liked it either way. He noticed that I would sit there afterwards with his load on my foot. He asked why I didn’t wipe it up right away, I told. My hands on her skin seemed pale next to her olive complexion. “Should we move this into the bedroom?” She asked. I just nodded and followed her into the bedroom. It was even smaller than the sitting room and only had room for a double bed. We stood at the foot of it, Nicola just wearing a small blue thong while I still had on my sweater and slacks. She began kissing my neck and I tilted my head allowing her to more of my skin. As she kissed me she unbuttoned my trousers and let them fall to. When she heard a voice call out ‘Good morning Mrs. Ravenwood, I trust you are well today’, it was not due to recognition of the name that caused her to turn to see from whence the voice came. It was the name, ‘Where had she heard that name before?’ Her thought train was interrupted again, as the tall, stout figure of a man, called to her again. ‘Why don’t you join me on the quarter deck? The view is much better from here.’ Still in a daze, her feet seemed to carry her to the ship’s wheel all. Casually, as if she did it everyday, she took hold of the blankets and pulled them down to expose Dave's hard cock. Without saying a word, she reached over and took hold of it. Dave couldn't stop himself from gasping at her first touch. Molly smiled at his reaction. She set her water bottle down beside his own, slid back on the bed a little, and leaned forward, laying herself over Dave's left leg. She opened her mouth and took the head of his cock into her mouth. Dave gasped again. Molly.