Did you ask the captain?’ He laughed and shook his head, ‘No. I am afraid that the captain only commands the ship to sail. As to where we go, he t...lls me, but if he wishes to know the times and all of that, he asks me then. I am the navigator. It is a chore which the captain could do also, but instead, they pay me to do that little bit of thinking so that he can have deeper thoughts. Please tell me that you have not had breakfast. That was where I was going now, well, after I drop off these. When the orgasm subsided Tom finally released me and flopped down next to me. “Wow,” we said at the same time, and both burst out laughing. It was this moment I recalled most vividly the next day, sitting at the table with my now-cold cup of coffee. I spent the next hour in a sort of mental agony. Breaking my marriage vows with a woman would have been bad enough, but breaking them with a man was even worse. I couldn’t put this encounter down as a sort of accidental add-on to straight sex.. I stepped into the shower, adjusting the temperature of the water and letting the steaming water ran through my hair and pour over my face. Reaching for the shower gel, I let the slippery soap bubbles run down my body, trailing from my shoulders to my breasts and down to my pussy. As I ran my hands over my body gently caressing the skin, I closed my eyes imagining they were Jessica’s hands and that she was standing naked in the shower with me. I slid my right hand down to my pussy, allowed my. When I broke from the sloppy kiss, a score of tendrils connected my lips to his giant obelisk. Rather then letting them break, I whipped out my tongue and snapped up each little cum-cable, relishing the result. The time had come to finish the job. I reluctantly released his heavy nutsac, and wrapped both of my hands around the shaft. I placed them at least a wrist-length apart, and still plenty of cock emerged from both ends. I was looking at perhaps 8 inches still exposed at the top of my.