I glanced in the mirror one last time. I’d gone with a knee-length skirt, black tee, and topped it off with a white cropped jacket; it was simple, b...t it should suffice. Traffic was pretty clear, a gift from the gods of Boston I suppose. About halfway there Claire turned the radio down saying, “So, the reason I invited you is that I wanted to introduce you to the singer. Her name is Ophelia. Great voice and she’s definitely down if you know what I mean.”“What?” I asked.“You know. The whole. Arent you so humiliated that I am making your pussy drip with excitement? T-that isnt true! I stammered, lifting my neck to look down my body at my pussy. Even without looking, I could tell that she was right. A small line of pussy juice ran down from inside my inner lips to my tiny asshole. But it is, she crooned. Why, I can even see right up your little cunt, and my, arent you big. No…no, Im not… Well then, Ill just have to work even harder to get you to cum, said Miss Jessica. And, with. ”“Well... ?”So ... Junior headed for the gangway.“Where do you think you’re going?”“To fetch my ID.”“I didn’t say you could leave.”“It’s not on this boat because I don’t live here.” She pointed at the Basilisk. I’m staying there. You want my ID ... I have to go get it.”“I’ll just go with,” he said.“Not without taking the boys ... they’ll break my plane,” Tyche said.And the boys looked guilty. But ... one of the boys was a son ... his son.“My kid wouldn’t do that. He’s responsible. He’ll just. While he is nibbling on my tits his hands are wondering all over me and he finds that very sensitive spot between my legs. I feel myself becomming very aroused and very wet. I had to back away or I would have had an orgasm immediately. Of course my hands were everywhere on him as well. I felt him jerk a little when my hand closed around his cock and I began firm up and down strokes. I asked him to lay on his back propped up on a couple of pillows, and spread his legs, slowly I began to slide.