It is evening and the sun is low in the sky.The Retreat To MoscowIt is time to leave. The Captain gives orders for the boat to let go its moorings. He...reverses the engines to pull the yacht away from the Strandvagen Quay and out into the clear water of Stockholm Harbour. (1)Using engines and rudder, he swings the vessel around in a lazy circle and begins to nose towards the Galaparken shore and then starboard into the deep water channel between Djugarden and Skeppsholmen islands. The harbour is. As we entered and left the various bars in the city centre, I would get some admiring glances from men and woman as I had two gorgeous women on my arm. Alexis and I would occasionally kiss and rub our hands over each other’s arses, but neither of us behaved inappropriately with Sally.As the rather ornate Rolex advertising clock above a jewellers shop in the centre chimed one in the morning, we headed back to the car and made the short drive home pulling onto the drive fifteen minutes later.. Peter totally obliged. He thrusted his tongue deep into her pussy sucking out her juice. Asha started to quiver with this, shivering and stiffening her body, she reached the orgasm and exploded her juices into Peter’s mouth. The juices were flowing from cunt hole, reaching to her ass-hole. Peter left no time, buried his face into my wife’s pussy, drinking every drop. He then licked her pussy clean dry with his tongue, right up to her asshole. Now I asked Asha to remove Peter’s shirt. Peter had. The kitchen opened up to a very large sitting room with two other large rooms leading off at the far end. There seemed to be people everywhere. “Paul, Janet,” said Cheryl linking arms with us both, “Let me introduce you to a couple of our friends, they moved to the area recently, and don’t they know too many people.” We walked with her onto the terrace where a couple were talking. Both looked to be in their early forties, both of them were attractive and well dressed. He was fairly slim and 6ft.