You leave my mouth to suck my nipples hard, biting and nipping them, kissing my neck. I feel cherished and used and needy again. “You need to cum ag...in? Maybe I’ll make you my precious little slut?” you tease. You know my body so well and slide a finger inside me, feeling how much my pussy needs your cock buried deep, how it clenches against your finger, pretending it’s your cock and attempting to milk you dry with my tightness. You tell me to hold my pussy lips open so you can watch my hard. "How much would you need to do a complete repair?"The older man scratched his graying head. "Perhaps two million-- at least one."Edgar smiled widely. "If Katie is half of what you promise she'll be, I think we can find that money, Headmaster!" But Edgar, are you offering to donate--???" Please sir, I'm successful, but not that successful. However I have an idea. I'll call you next year-- by that time I'll know if it's feasible." On that mysterious note, the guest turned intently on the. “That’s okay! I take it as a compliment when men notice. When you first saw them, what were you thinking?” My embarrassment doubled and I couldn’t think of what to say. She unbuttoned the top button on her blouse. “Did you want to kiss them? Feel them? Cum all over them?” She undid another button, showing off the fullness of her womanly charms. And she wasn’t wearing a bra. I was stunned. We had been flirting ever since we sat down, but I never imagined that it would lead to this. She took. “Are you back on the ship?” I ask as soon as she answers.“No, I don’t want to be in the way. I take it you’re not on the ship then?” Her voice is musical, and soothing to my raw nerves.“No, I came back to my room to get some real rest,” I tell her, and shudder as I look at the mess of my bed. That dream had been a real nightmare.“Do you mind coming over?” She asks next, and I groan inwardly. It’s not that I don’t want to see her, but that dream. . .No, I need to get over that! “Sure, be over in.