The sac containing his spellbinding sperm tanks was so vast, it covered my whole countenance, eyeballs to chin. I had enjoyed only 15 seconds of this...burlap and velvet textured mask of pure masculinity before he moved back, letting me now see again, nostrils flaring to breath in oxygen untainted by his overpowering scent; I could swear I was smelling the gallons of cum right through his sanity crushing balls. What I could see now was that he'd relieved me of the yardstick and was now bracing. It’s annoying. ‘I’m so sorry, sir,’ Holly said. ‘I promise, it won’t happen again.’ Alex frowned. ‘Take care that it doesn’t,’ he said. ‘And don’t call me ‘sir.’ It makes me feel old.’ ‘Sorry, sir,’ Holly said, then immediately blushed when she realized she’d done it again. ‘I mean, sorry, Mr. Grant.’ Irritated that he found her blush to be enchanting, Alex’s frown turned into a full on glower. ‘You can call me Alex,’ he muttered, turning on his heel and striding towards his work area at the. “I made some tea for you, it’s on the side. I’m just finishing something.” I turn to my left and see one of the Seven Dwarves smiling back at me on the side of a chipped mug. I reach out for it, it’s still warm to the touch as I pick it up. I take a big gulp and wince as I taste the sugar she’s put in it – a sign of how unfamiliar we still are to each other. It’s probably how her dad takes it. I hate it when she compares me to him. Though to be fair, I’m far closer in age to him than I am to. Besides, I haven’t been a sailor in 11 years.” “I haven’t fucked one in 11 years. Will you fuck me, sailor?” “Ok, I guess,” I said with a huge smile. It was good to fall back into our old banter again. She rolled into my arms and we kissed passionately. I ran my hands over her smooth body, finally resting on her gently rounded ass cheeks. They were firm and warm in my hands, just like I remembered them. I squeezed them briefly, while we fenced with our tongues. Her lips were hot on mine. .