As I mentioned sea fairing people are superstitious. Many of my friends at the yacht club had known about the rationale behind the name, and agreed th...t it’s bad luck to change the name of the boat, or change a previous captains order. If the boat had brought those safely to shore in the past, the only way to ensure it would continue to do so, was to follow the same path. So it was decided, she would remain Commando in name and in deed. Just as I closed the deal on the largest non real estate. Now it was empty too. Ellen's husband had been the remaining heir of the family, when there was nothing left to inherit.Several blocks down the street was the ornate and open gate of the cemetery, which had been founded during the eighteenth century. Tombstones, mausoleums, and statues disappeared into the fog.The mausoleum that contained the body of Ellen's husband was in a hill overlooking the red brick church, built before the American Revolution. The mausoleum was also built of red brick.. She seemed to delight in my taking charge, so she got on the bed. I guess she wanted to have her fun, so instead of sitting with her breasts and face over mine, she faced the other way. I know she hadn't told me already, but she was excited, and perhaps she was absentminded. This new position put her clit at the bottom of my mouth, which actually made it easier for me. I only had to move my bottom jaw to get my tongue onto her clit.Her new position on me gave her a new perspective. She. I waited a few moments, then was delighted to hear the slurping noises start again. My head was now tilted below the level of her head, so as my face was not in her sight line, I gently opened my eyes and got them use to the dimmed bedroom lighting. I could see very small movements of the duvet as her hand manipulated against her pleasure zone, getting ever quicker in motion. Her head was above mine, and tilted towards me. My own mum was watching me whilst she played with herself. Disgustingly.