Perhaps, maybe I was too compliant, too loyal. I was there for Jane, always. Too easy. I don’t know. I still don’t know. * * * As it happens we m...t once again, many years later. Coming out of the coffee bar in the railway station with a beaker of coffee to go, I bumped into Jane. Heading for the same train. With half an hour to her stop, we sat facing each other over the narrow table, knees touching briefly, pulling apart, and then returning to companionable intimacy. I knew at once that in a. . perfect pitch, remember? But it's not even in tune with itself! Then you can explain."Alison handed the instrument over without further protest and as Chrissie tuned it, then her own, Alison spoke."Daddy's always been keen on 'real' sailing. It was quite unusual for him to use the motor to leave the Deben; I think it was just that he didn't want you to have a hard time in the broken water over the bar – it can make even an experienced sailor nauseous. Anyway, he insisted on singing sea songs. Now, as she writhed on the desk, her manicured nails scratching into the wood as his tongue performed wonders that her late husband never could, he knew he’d been right not taking cash. Her hand grasped at his hair as her thighs gripped his head, another orgasm sweeping through her as his tongue delved deeper, lapping up her juices as her body went rigid, then relaxed again. He continued his onslaught as she reclined on the desk. He inserted a finger into her tight pussy and she groaned, his. Isabel returned her shy glance towards Gav and her eyes followed his hands, as he stood up and began to undo his belt and then the zip. “It’s best if you get ‘em hard first,” said Emma. “You can begin with a soft on, but in my experience, it’s best if you get them aroused.” “Okay.” “Guys love the visual stimulus,” added Emma. “Right.” “Do you want to slip your stuff off and sit back on the chair, Gav?” “Yeah, sure. “ Gav rolled his trousers down and kicked them off. His cock had made a huge.