I honestly just didn't like him and he threatened me. I acted more on instinct than anything else.A few days later I went for my morning run, since it...had set into rain for a couple of days. When I got home, Wilson stepped from the kitchen unit onto the deck. I walked the plank onto the barge, when Wilson called down to me. "Hurry Sylvia you need to hear this," he said.The 'this' was a weather alert running on line. Some weather girl, who was almost completely dressed, advised that a tropical. “Fuck yes, let me suck it, fuck me with it,” she pleaded. She pulled on the rope but couldn’t get any closer to me than she was. She was firmly seated. Jenny’s face had an uncertain look on it. I tickled her clit with my fingers and stroked the inside of her thigh. Jenny loved having her thighs stroked. Then I kissed her neck. “I‘m not going to fuck you…not at all,” I said. “No…you can‘t not fuck me…” she replied. “I can,” I replied, “because I have someone else to fuck instead.” Jenny looked. Their was an immense scent of love juice and I could feel the warmth envelop my senses. I lashed out at her slit once, twice, three times, then rapidly attacked her with my tongue. Swirling motions, showing her all the desire I had for her with psychical actions. I got to her clit and had her squirming in seconds. She pulled me up and got on her knees herself and took my manhood into her mouth all at once.. not bothering to take her time. She just sucked and sucked and I couldn't take it. She sucked it gingerly with her lips, but not enough to bring it into her mouth completely. She continued to massage it with her tongue and lips picking up the pace over the course of the minute, but never applying too much pressure. Occasionally she would rub her hand up and down his cock. Frank moaned softly.She then moved to the other testicle, showing it the same devotion. After a minute or so, she ducked down, extended her tongue, and licked a line from underneath his sack to the edge of.