Since I had never bothered to call and cancel, I somehow found myself on my annual flight to Greece for the start of the summer of 1987.The new job wa...n't nearly as taxing, and the Cruise Line management was delight to see my return. They had been genuinely sad at my loss, and they had even sent flowers for her memorial service. They let me set my own hours, but asked if I could play from at least 11 p.m. until 2 a.m. every evening.I resisted the urge to throw myself overboard that first night. I watch as this powerful hung man lifts my wife off the ground her arms wrapping around his massive shoulders and legs griping his abs. His shaft was completely erect and he slowly relaxed allowing her to slide down on his massive cock. He entered her with ease the combination of her excitement and gravity proving no match for the monster that was now parting my wife’s marital gates. She expelled a guttural moan as she hit the bottom of his shaft and I saw his balls pressed up against her. Her. Her internal muscles tightened and prepared for orgasm as my thrusts grew more frantic; getting faster and harder as I hammered her against the wall. " Ohhh God!" Carolyn moans as her vaginal tunnel gripped my cock, filling her with a sensation she had forgotten. So full, so hard, so thick. How exquisite the pressure as she met my hard thrusts with her own excitement. Then it happened. The climax. A profound pleasure. With a low moan of contentment, she reached beneath and astonished herself. "Well?" she asked after the silence had become unbearable. "I don't take it into my throat," I replied. "Do you like to do that? Suck it, I mean," she asked quietly. "With the right person, yes. It can be a very arousing thing to do for a guy. To watch him get that excited all because he wants me to put his cock into my mouth." "My boyfriend asked me to do it once," she admitted. "But I didn't have any idea what to do with it after I got it into my mouth so I never did it for him." Alicia and I.