Picking you up and carrying you into the bedroom of the ship. By now the sun has begin to set on the bedroom which is lit by a purple and orange sky. ... lay you down sliding onto the bed with you. My hand slides to your chest, moving your bathing suit aside as my hand cups your breast, a quick breath escapes your mouth as my hand massages your breast. Rubbing your nipple I feel it get hard under my touch. As my tongue moves down to begin licking your nipple it is already fully erect. I hold. “Lift your arms and I’ll help you get out of this one. I have something else I’d like you try. You need to see just how sexy you are,” Amber stated. My arms went up. Amber pushed the gown up my body, her hands touching my bare skin ever so slowly. At least it felt that way. It was the first time I had felt her hands on my bare skin, aside from helping me with the bras. Ever moment was torture and ecstasy at the same time. Her hands were hot on my skin or my skin was hot, I’m not sure which. The. I kiss her firmly and wrap my arms around her with my hands on her butt. I notice that I'm not feeling panties. I lift up the back of her nightie and put my hands directly on her butt. She puts her hands around my neck and pulls up wrapping her legs around me. I'm surprised, yes by her action, but mostly by the fact that I have no problem carrying her. I'll never get used to being in a man's body and that I can do things that require more strength.I carry her into the room and drop her on the. I play the piano reasonably well, nothing like Libby of course, and I used to sing a bit. As a girl I often used to accompany my mother who had a sweet soprano and did quite a number of concerts. Unfortunately, she contracted some throat disease which all but destroyed her voice. She took it very stoically but it nearly broke my father's heart. Sometimes, when she thought no one was about, she'd sit down at the piano and sing on her own. It was still a sweet voice but a shadow of what it had.