’Me: ‘What are you wearing?’There was a short pause before I heard the familiar tone of my phone buzzing. A picture of her standing in front of ... full-length mirror filled the screen. Her hair was down, and she was wearing a black and purple basque and stockings.Sally: ‘You like?’Me: ‘Yes.’Sally: ‘My husband’s favourite.’Me: ‘What would he say if knew?’Sally: ‘While the cat's away …’I arranged to come over to her at some time in the afternoon. After quickly googling the postcode, I found that. ‘Let’s go for a walk,’ she said, leading him to the overgrown path at the end of the parking lot. They walked in silence, her hand in his loose grip. He seemed in a trance, not paying attention to the birds or the trees, the warm air. A half mile in, there was a small clearing with a picnic table. It was covered in dried leaves, the nearby fire pit overgrown with weeds and thistles. She let go of his hand and bent over, clearing the bench on one side of the table. ‘Here,’ she said, sitting down. “I don’t know why I love your cock so much Jim I just know I do”, Amy said. “Keep going I am not finished yet”, I panted. Amy being the slut for my cock she was and needed more quickly drove on. I moaned, “Faster”. Amy responded by riding me like she was out of control. I felt the tingles intensify and I finally blew a searing hot load of cum up her gripping pussy causing her to have another rippling orgasm. She crashed on top of me and we laid there panting trying to recover. As. First let's go find the local port authority and have this vessel put under guard to sequester the evidence. Then we'll take his advice as to finding a bonded, insured surveyor."The port master looked like a very angry bear by the time I finished listing the defects I'd found during a quick pass-through. We had guards on the ship and a surveyor poking and prying about by noon. By three we were sitting down with the surveyor and the port master. The surveyor looked grim. "By selling this thing.