Throwing them on top of Omby's discarded clothes. Dorothy waited for Omby to lay down, then she got over him in sixty-nine. She looked up at the wheel...of the ship,"Slow down and take your time." The ship obeyed, slowing down to gentle cruise. She held his cock up and slowly dripped spit down on it. The saliva drooling off her tongue, down onto his cockhead and shaft. She waited for the spit to hit her hand, then she began stroking up and down. Pulling the spit over that thick shaft. Omby moaned. Oh god it felt good. I was in heaven. I am not sure if I moved back against him, or he had moved closer to me, but I could feel him against my bum, and there was something very hard pressing against me. I was in a bit of a trance being so relaxed, and just enjoying the moment. I could feel his hand reach right round the front of me brushing under my breasts and then very gently cupping them, almost as a test to see my reaction. I did nothing to stop him. His hands came back round me again but. Then back to normal, it's just one night in the thousands we've been married, will be married.The bra slipped down my arms. In the utter stillness of our bedroom I could hear it land on the floor. He reached up to tickle first one, then the other. He always went left, right, left, right. He reached around me again but this time lower, much lower. Hands on my bottom, he pressed softly. Not lifting. Just suggesting. Encouraging. I rose to tiptoe again, my first voluntary movement. I knew what he. .. Please please please please please please... Fist fuck me, my breath ragged, my eyes rolling, my voice, it sounds like someone else. Someone you know, but don't see very often, someone whom no matter how long since you've spoken, you can pick up where you left off, as if it were yesterday. Someone you won't forget. You oblige of course! You give it to me so savagely that either I'm squirting or pissing all over you, spraying you where exit gaps will allow. Your frenzy encouraged by my closed.