She’s your first and only. But we both know she’s married. I wasn’t going to fuck you. I just wanted to chat.’ ‘I wanted you to fuck me – ...hat’s why I left.’ ‘Well, I wasn’t going to.’ I paused. ‘Come round for lunch tomorrow?’ ‘Yes.’ She rang off and I lay in bed thinking about her. I never sleep naked except in really hot weather. That night I had put on a pair of silk sleep shorts and a silk jacket that are loose and comfortable. My hand slid down to cover my mound, the other to my nipple. I. " I followed her upstairs, feeling a little guilty that I glimpsed the cheeks of her bare bottom beneath the robe several times on the way up. She was obviously not wearing anything underneath.She led me in her bedroom and I thought perhaps I should have stayed downstairs. I sat on the bed while she told me an involved story about finding out train-times for Bernie, but it was difficult to concentrate as she was using another towel to dry her legs. And then she opened her robe and dried her. As he lifted them off his chest, he could feel the heavy tug of gravity lessen as he pinched the big, rubbery nipples between his fingers and thumbs.Tweaking the sensitive nubs, he felt a tickle of excitement spark down to where his cock was supposed to be. Easing the sagging wonders back down on his chest, he hesitantly ran his hand down over his flat, firm belly, over his hairless mons to HIS pussy. Timidly, he explored the thick, meaty lips surrounding his new pussy with the red tip of his. . while Flakfortet had much smaller Danish flags everywhere.There was a man, probably Artillery Corps, watching us with binoculars while we were watching him with ours; he followed us all the way around the island. Interesting.Whatever.We didn't stop at either fortet.With Helsingør to our port and Heslingborg to the starboard, we sailed through the narrows and out into the Kattegatt, the big bay between Denmark and Sweden.Then out past Skagen at the tip of the Jutland Peninsula and into the.