Two of the crew were enjoying a beer on the gangplank and saw us admiring the boat; we started chatting to them about the boat and how it was built. T...ey constantly replied with innuendos like "Yes, she's in very good shape," "We love the fine lines," "Moves really well," and that sort of thing. My wife certainly understood their meaning and was blushing when we left, and told me being in their presence had turned her on.We decided to try and find a piano bar that we had visited on the previous. Hum aab ek mast smooch karein. Ab usne mere gand ko maasalate mere lund ko chut par set karte mujhe ishara kiya. Maine jor se mere lund ko unki chut main ghusaya. Aab jor jor se kacha kach unki chut mai lund supade tak bahar nikalate pura andar ghusana chalu kia.Mere gotiya har ek jhatke ke saath mano unki chut ko chum rahi ho. Aisa feel ho raha tha. Jaise jaise main zor se lund andar bahar karta woh paglo ki tarha chikhate huye hunkaar bharte. Mere lips ko chuste huye mere peeth par apni. I have read the chronicles. It was not good." She wraps her arms around her waist upset by the thought. "Till 50 years ago we did have some radios. If they worked we didn't hear anything. And they finally all broke down. We don't have parts so..." I get it," I say breaking in. "No contact. But someone is still trying to kill the Kindred," I remind her, as we rejoined the main group."But why would anyone want to do that?" Gwen says in disbelief, that anyone could be so cold."Good question. I can. I’m trapped in the right angled corner of the worktop, Pippa’s hand pressing firmly at the juncture atop my thighs, her body pushed into mine, lips tongue and teeth attacking my neck. “This is your fucking fault”. Strong insistent fingers probed at the smooth, slightly squidgy flesh atop my stockings, nails digging in causing my breath to catch in my throat as small tendrils of pleasure shot along the surface of my skin and encircle my instantly stiff clitoral nub as it peeks tentatively from.