She could feel the water flowing between her toes and around her feet and the feeling of the cool water on her feet and toes while his warm tongue and...mouth worked on her pussy was one of the most erotic feelings she had ever had. She had nothing to hold onto on the bare deck, so she put her hands on his head and caressed his hair while he ate her. After she was wet enough with his spit and her own juices, he stuck two of his fingers in her and gently began fingering her while he tongued her. I explained the locals called it that as usually there was more action and passion in the cars rather than on the screen which made her laugh, but she wanted to experience some passion and action for herself so one particular rainy cool June evening we headed for the local Drive In in nearby Lakewood. By the time we,d finished our hot dog and pop corn washed down with an ice cold coke from the snack bar the windscreen had begun to fog up from our breaths so cracked the window open though it. The next day, I awoke, and put on the normal old clothes. They felt funny being hairless, but I didn’t feel I should wear this outfit over the other stuff today. That I may not even wear them again, but it was great when I did. During the morning, I got a call from my daughter to come down to the mall, she needed my help. I smelled a fish, but I thought I was in for a penny, might as well go in for a pound. And I was right. She was at “Womans” store, and had a bunch of stuff in the back ready. Trust me on that.”The man was Terry McLean and he was Scottish. He was an older man, who was clearly pushing fifty. He at least looked it with a well weathered face, thinning grey hair, a full beard complete with a moustache. He was however fit looking and well fed. He was quite surprised to find out who I was. Like most people I’d captured since coming to this Earth, he thought I’d died. It made questioning him that much easier.Terry had been employed by Winslow for a couple of years to sail.