Wonder of wonders, it moved. Fifteen sweaty minutes later the two screws were out. I separated the eight-foot boat-hook and at last had a useable leng...h of bar that I could fit into the small hatchway. I had no way to reduce the tension on the cables, which made my task that much more difficult. It took a half-hour to pry the cable loose from its trapped position and snap it over the broken pulley. I was soaked in sweat and in a foul mood. This wasn’t the cruise I had in mind. I pulled myself. Leaving the g string where it is, he returns to full height, pulling my tank top up and over my head. Still not allowing me to turn around, he guides my arms to the windowsill, to hold them straight up as he traces my body more with his hands and lips, from neck to calf. Trailing kisses, he explores, leaving just my bra and g string on. I feel him kissing my back, my sides, tracing my g string again with kisses and kneading my ass, then spreading my legs as he kisses down the inside of my. ” “That sounds a good idea,” I lied disinterestedly, mumbling into my coffee cup and hoping beyond hope that my half-hearted lip-service would somehow placate her and serve to end the conversation rather more quickly. “I’ll write some letters when I get a few minutes, maybe next weekend.” There was a slight pause. “Oh, there’s no need to do that,” she chimed. Her controlled and upbeat tone made it clear, once more, that something unpleasant was crouching ominously up her sleeve and was just. "Feel like some red wine?" Dave asked"Yes please, but don't you drink too much, you've got work to do tonight that will require you to be upstanding" she laughed. She seemed to be laughing a lot thought Dave, which made him very happy.Once dinner was over and the dishes cleared away, Peter and Jill sat in their comfortable chairs and finished the bottle of red wine, while listening to some light classical music. Both were silent and reflective, just enjoying the ambience of the moment. There.