”Fiona had just came in from work on Monday evening around about two hours late and handed her journal over immediately before getting undressed and...sitting beside me on the couch to play with my cock as I read her entry. This was to become our routine after each working day; if Fiona didn’t hand me the journal straight away then in meant there had been no meetings with Steve and no journal entry. I carried on reading her words which I’ll recite for you as she stroked my limp cock.Fiona had. " He seemed distracted, somehow. Ill at ease. He looked up at the skylight above his head, where bare feet scampered to and fro, men readying the ship for a routine trim of the sails. "How are you settling in?" he asked, somewhat gruffly."It's only been a day, sir." Of course. And a night." He suddenly stared hard at her and she hunched her shoulders hastily. Had he noticed? "You've got your trousers on," he pointed out."Sir?" Take 'em off!" She hesitated, feeling helpless, lost. "Off!" My t. I lifted myself and moved my face up to hers, lifting her chin with my left hand, and pressed my mouth on hers. Her lips parted and allowed my tongue to press into her mouth. I gently swirled it with hers. As I pulled my mouth away her tongue came out and travelled over her lips, feeling her wetness from my lips, and exploring the taste. "My...god," she quietly moaned.I slid my boxers off and positioned myself at her hip. I took her hand in mine and placed it on my rock-hard cock, wrapping her. I laid back down and noticed the sounds out side, indicating there were folks out at the fire pit. I could clearly hear the morning after party clean up. Jessica stood in the bathroom doorway and the light shone on her luscious skin. She asked if she should go help, and I said no, Mark would handle the morning, it was his thing. She said he is a good guy, I said yeah, he's all right. Jessica then turned slightly and told me how she'd hoped to hookup with him, and was slightly disappointed, but.