It was an apt metaphor. Back and forth, round and round the ship, feeling like she was going nowhere, just like what she was feeling in her head. She ...ound herself staring at the hatch in the floor without really remembering walking down the stairs or the hall. She wondered how long she’d been standing there. Recognition of what she was looking at finally dawned on her. Hanging from a hook above the hatch was Jack’s equipment harness, her hat, and her tri-barreled firearm. Quinn’s swords hung. My thoughts of her as I work and dream of what is yet to be in our life is certainly love. I can probably encompass it all simply by saying ‘she is love.’ But, I get away from my story. We were making love? Or making lust? The children were with her sister, as they usually were on Saturday morning. Joyce was a councilor at the ‘Y’. We, on the other hand, were doing what we do on most Saturday morning when the children were not there, we were fucking. I was laying flat on my back and she was. They emerge like hard erasers pushing through whatever she is wearing, and you can make out their form even through her bra. I tease her by talking dirty to her while in public, just knowing what to say to get her juices flowing. I also make sure my arm or hand finds a way to brush against her super sensitive breasts. I learned over twenty years ago, that her breasts were the roadmap to conquering the beautiful Alicia. Obviously, there are ‘nerve highways’ that travel non-stop directly from her. Please don't be angry with me or tell anyone what I have done". As if I was going to be angry or tell anyone! I lay there and watched her head bob up and down as she sucked on my length...soon she was taking my entire 8 inches of meat right into her mouth, sucking me like a pro. What a dream come true, being sucked off so willingly by my own mother, after so many years of fantasising about her! I let her carry on for several minutes more, enjoying the sight of her mouth working on my.