Both of us panting, I pump slowly until he finishes coming and then crawl next to him as I drip all over my thighs and his legs but not giving a fuck....The sheets were wet rounds ago so it doesn’t make a difference anyway. I tuck myself under his arms, nuzzling my face into the crevice of his neck, one hand on his bare chest, and take in all the pleasure bombs we just had. I feel myself drifting into a nap, his fingers running softly up and down my back, melting me into a dream state.—-RaI’d. . severely raised bow and stern. because of the style of construction, keeping water out was impossible so there was a bailer kept constantly busy scooping out water and dumping it back from whence it came. They were surprisingly seaworthy. They had rudimentary deckhouses with sloping roofs bow and stern.The style was absolutely NOT Chinese Junk. During the feudal area, China was landward looking. Internal dynasties frowned on anything that allowed serfs the possibility of escape.Oh ... in case. ”“Come on Lanny, we need to go and do something nasty. I want to feel your warm and sticky stuff over my hands. Your dick is beautiful when erect, and the feeling that I get is electric. I like watching you cum as much as I feel when squirting your hot cum in my mouth. You taste delicious. Let’s go.”“Zak, have you heard from Olga?”“Come to think about it; I have not seen her at work.”“Hello, pretty boys.”“Olga, where have you been?”“I took a couple of days off to work on the project, and as I. Bob smiled and kissed her on her cute nose. Looking at her sleeping, Bob marvelled at her stomach, at how her hip bones protruded slightly, how Sally’ stomach muscles left a hollow beside each hip. Looking at her thighs, stomach and there point of union, Bob took in Sally’ body. Her pussy lips were flat. She had no hair between her legs. She had a small blonde patch on her mound. Marvelling at her beauty, at the slight opening to her vagina. Bob could see semen oozing out of her. Bob gently.