Every Saturday and most weekdays shoppers would see old George Timpson doing the rounds in the town square and at The Mall Shopping Centre. Most regul...rs knew of him and looked forward to sharing the odd joke and seeing the trademark top hat and multi-coloured jacket. He was a regular feature and if he didn’t have a proper job on, like advertising the latest movie, special offer at a local restaurant, or the latest theatre production, he’d provide a bit of free light entertainment for patrons. Grauwulf took no interest as the man staggered forward to grab a spare piece of rail next to his captain."Eagle, sir!" the man shouted. Grauwulf turned his face slightly - the man continued. "Vessel is a President Line mail steamer, 9000 tonnes. Continues westerly course at approximately 22 knots"Grauwulf acknowledged with a tip of the head. The man waited for a reply."I will go below in a minute," he told the man, eventually. "Tell the exec I want to see him in the chartroom." Sir!" the man. Sote kabhi kabhi hum masti karne lagte the,ek din mein apne mobile mein bf dekh raha tha ,aur jor jor se apna lvnd hila raha tha mein door k taraf back karke baitha tha aur apna lund hila raha tha,mujhe dyan h nahi raha kab mami mere piche aa kar kahdi ho gayi aur mujhe mujhe marte hue dekhne lagi,mera 5 min bad jhad gaya aur mein apne lund ko saaf karke jaise h palta meri gand phat gayi,mein ek dum dar gaya ,maine mami se pucha ap kab ayi to mami ne bola jab tu hila raha raha tha,Mein bahut. Adding to the sensation I already felt. Multiplying it. So much that I felt how my cum rose and erupted. Shooting a stream of sperm out... to where? Into the air? Into the tube that surrounded my cock? Onto my stomach? I tried to concentrate on my naked skin but felt nothing land on it. Nothing warm that cooled off and became cold. It just disappeared!I imagined that I could hear a grunting sigh. A stifled moan... And a hoarse whisper from someone, telling someone else to move away.When I left.