I placed my hands on her shoulders, and began to press her gently downwards. She knew what I wanted immediately, and her eyes went wide, but she allow...d me to guide her down onto her knees without missing a stroke. At first she simply continued to stroke me with her panties, but she stared fixedly at the head of my cock as if gathering her courage. Then slowly she leaned forward, continuing to stroke as she brought her lips to the very tip of my cock, kissing it lightly. She started to move. He shifted the tanks on his back, and they settled more comfortably. He had the re-breather, of course, but there was too much risk that it would be torn away in the current to rely on that small, simple device.He moved south around the end of the peninsula, and then headed northwest-by-north, towards the private berth near the Bristol Yacht Club.The Sure Shot, Bristol, Rhode Island0930, October 27, 2012The Sure Shot was a ninety-two foot motor yacht that nominally belonged to Thomas Worth, son. Each time her lips went lower I could feel more of the sides of her mouth and it got a little tighter towards the tip, and each time my hips raised slightly more and I squeezed harder. Then my legs starting tensing and I knew I was close. “ Baby, I can’t hold back any longer, it’s gonna happen,” I said in an almost whisper, since I couldn’t catch enough breath to say it louder.” “I want you to baby, I want to taste it, cum in my mouth, Please!” After she said it, she took me back in her mouth,. Seth pulled on his pants and shoes, and he and Jefferson used the fort's sinks and then had breakfast with some of the artillerymen.Jefferson took some heavy-handed joshing from the black soldiers in the company. They called him "Gran'pa" and asked was he the real Uncle Tom they had heard so much about. Jefferson took it with patience, and then told his smiling persecutors that he was a "rich plantation owner from the shore," that Seth was his indentured body servant and that he had sold better.