I started the kissing and along with that started exploring her body, crushing her boobs.Suddenly she stopped me and started saying that this is wrong... that we were not in love, just friends, and this act is immoral. I had to calm her down and explain her a. I said that I don’t love her but she is my close friend, both don’t have any feelings and that is what makes this relationship click, no one has any baggage, its just two individuals having fun and later forget about it, no one needs to. There was an uncomfortable silence for some time, none of us knowing what to do or say. I Made her coffee and ultimately said something stupid like if she wanted to be kissed again she should tell me so. I had not kissed her yet. She was panting and expecting me to come to bed and start the act. It was a decisive moment; she had set the ball rolling by declaring her intentions; it was now my turn to take the next step and not sit there and utter inanities likes a fool. So I gathered courage,. But I found being on a dance-floor intoxicating. Gerald told me I danced seductively and looked ravishing. I did love losing myself to the music; and being brazenly in the public gaze with an older man. I had discovered the joys of exhibitionism; and Margo had recognise that.The cruise had got away to an exciting start; I felt my life was expanding.The Norwegian Fiords were awesome. For Margo and I especially, this was a real taste of an exotic land. We had stood out on deck, arm in arm, as the. She giggled a little and said, "Well, Bill like I said – mind if I take a look? If there's any swelling, I'll try to make you feel more comfortable." She blushed a little and I realized that her choice of the word "swelling" was an intentional tease. She took my speechless stare as a "yes" and pulled the sheet all the way off me. I wasn't fully erect, but my cock was definitely swollen, pulsing, growing as she watched."Well" she said matter-of-factly, "I don't see any swelling in the knee – but.