Soon, I heard a knock on the door and I unlatched the door. The black man that I had made eye contact walked in. He looked me up and down and smiled...his approval. He was 6-4 and muscular, cleanly shaven head and short mustache and beard surrounding his mouth. He turned away and stepped out of his slacks, shoes, and Jockys. The guy was cut. When he turned around, I saw his semi-hard cock. WOW! My eyes popped out of my head. He was already 8 inches, cut and thick. I got on my knees. This is your bridge, the nerve centre of your ship. Here, you will have to make decisions, give orders and look like you know what you're doing at all times. On this bridge, your word is law, making you a king in your own mobile kingdom. However, if you slip up here, everyone on the ship will pay the price. The heavy weight of responsibility goes some way towards bursting the bubble of excitement that's been sitting in your chest ever since you set foot on the Orchid.Your eyes settle upon the. “What do you mean?”“I mean, do you ever squirt a stream of juice out of your pussy when you climax,” I replied.“No, I’ve never heard of that, wouldn’t that be kind of messy?”“Oh yes, it is very messy but wonderful messy,” I said with a big smile.I gave my lover another kiss, pinched a nipple and slid down between her legs again. “This session is going to be all about you,“ I said, “next time you can make it all about me but that will have to be next time.” I started with my. Cockhead touched upper thigh from behind; Laura shifted her weight. Suddenly Greg lifted her hips, positioned her over his cock, and pulled her down. “Yes, oh yes! I missed you Greg, I missed this about you. I missed you in me the way we should be.” Laura was riding her stud again; once more she was his exercise jockey and Greg was her sexual stud horse. Every nerve and muscle of jockey and horse were attuned to sharing sexual pleasure. Greg was determined to make up for two weeks without.