His hand went to the top off the dress and slowly pulled the zip down. We parted so I could let the dress fall and Paul could see me just in my underw...ar. He looked and just said “wow your gorgeous”. I said “thankyou” and reached to him and began to unbutton his shirt, then I unbuttoned his trousers and pulled the zip down . Paul took his shirt off and let his trousers fall to the ground, he was wearing black boxer and they had a lovely bulge in them. I just dropped in my knees and pulled his. .. cuz it felt so good I didn't want it to stop... I wanted to enjoy it as much as possible...but I couldn't help it anymore... my legs starting shaking and I cum like crazy...and at the same time as I am imagining that, I cum in real life too...legs also shaking, pussy throbbing...my pussy was dripping wet, to the point where my sheets were drenched...At this point, I can barely move anymore, my legs are numb .. im so relaxed... but im horny again...literally a few minutes later, my pussy. "I work hard on my stories, and most of the time I don't get much feedback. I know the writing is supposed to be its own reward, but still, when I get a response like this it makes me feel good. I didn't realize you'd feel threatened by it." Take that, Ms. Bobbitt.She gritted her teeth for a moment, and then said "Good one, honey." The beauty of the "feeling threatened" remark, of course, was that she couldn't respond to it without making it seem true. "It is a nice email, I suppose. I'm glad. . dick. Is MY dick."I was actually saddened when we hit the first marker for the channel's off shore terminus. However, the approach of two large service boats headed out to the offshore rigs served to underline our need.She pulled on her OTHER swimsuit, not the bikini. With the bottoms covering those sweet rounded cheeks, she minced up, put a titty in my face. "One. I need you to do one..."I sucked it hungrily, feeling the responsive little nipple harden to my tongue. She backed up, shrugged.