His shaft was pink and thick and unused looking, like a baby's, only huge and swollen. The up- curving shaft stuck lewdly from his fly; the hot bulb b...bbed an inch or two from the steering wheel's horn button. It made my jaws ache just to look at that thing."Can I touch it?" I asked in the husky tones of Annette."Wow, sure, Pol!" he exclaimed, kind of scooting over closer to me.I reached out and took it in my hand. The bozo shut his pig eyes and clenched his teeth. "It's so hot!" I squealed in. Trade ships will be able to come and go without fear of being attacked and boarded which in turn will mean more trade amongst the various city-states. In the long term, you could become wealthier. The men will certainly need provisions to support their efforts and a place to call home besides the craft they now have. They will also have plunder to dispose of that they could trade here in Olaf's Berth. That plunder could be resold to other city or island-states and it could bring you revenue. In. Michele pulled her other foot away from Brian's face and dropped it intohis lap. She placed each of her feet together and arched her soles,trapping Brian's engorged manhood between them. She moved her feet backand forth masturbating Brian's cock with her nylon sheathed feet.Brian's cock was swollen, the glans bright red and almost ready to shootits load onto Michele's foot. Pre-seminal fluid was flowing freely fromthe eye of his penis, and the sensation of the wet scratchy-slick nylonsliding. . However, this is real.. No bullshit.I met her in college in New Hampshire. She was very nieve and would believe anything I told her. I was a senior. She was a freshman. We made through college without any crazy sex stories. I was a pervert and she had no idea. She fell in love with me to her own demise.We married, moved to the mid-atlantic. I ran a successful business and she was my wife. We had a couple k**s., etc.One nite drinking wine I suggested to her that I fantasized about.