Looking around the beach distastefully at the lack of defenses, I cast an eye out to sea, seeing no ships. The beach was pretty in every way, sea bird... gliding on the wind, villagers in the surf casting fishing nets; as I had commandeered the sailboats for today's trip to the docks. The plan was for the marines to load up and gain some experience with the craft, having one of the sea wives piloting each boat. Now I wasn't sure if leaving this morning was a good idea. Derwen's ship was sure to. I saw the tip of his tongue slide over his top lip. Slowly, I pulled my finger from my pussy, pointing it at him, I asked, “Do you want to taste?”Mr. Bozeman was nearly sixty years old but he was smooth. He knelt between my knees, one hand on each, pushing them further apart. He sucked my extended finger between his lips and cleaned it. Leaning back against the cool tile wall, I watched him drop his face between my legs. His tongue dredged across my buzzing clitoris sending a jolt of erotic. Telling our story was surprisingly stimulating. “I made sure Lora understood that she couldn’t tell her friends. If she told one friend she was sure she could trust, that friend would tell one other friend who would tell another. In no time, everyone would know we were having sex. We didn’t feel bad about fucking, but we had to keep it between us.”“How long was it before you fucked again?’ Marja asked.“We didn’t stop,” Lora told her. “Jack stayed hard. I was wet and his cum made us even more. My lips find hard nipples, soft lips and a hungry tongue and a painful moan escapes me as her teeth dig into my lower lip. I'm still wearing my party shirt and her fingers are busy unbuttoning it, one by one without the need to resew even one of them tomorrow. The good thing about sweatpants is how you can dive under them with your fingers, how you can push them down with your knuckles without your fingers ever leaving those wonderfully firm butt cheeks. I let my fingers glide down to the back.