Gerard began fondling Jen's breasts over her t-shirt. With his other hand, Gerard lifted her t-shirt and reached into Jen's panties. Michael found it ...ncredibly erotic to see the panties' silky material stretch over Gerard's large hand as he finger fucked his wife.Soon Jen was buckling under Gerard's touch. She raised herself on her tiptoes to allow Gerard a better angle, causing her slim shapely legs to tense. Her moans were cut off by Gerard's mouth over hers. Within moments, Jen's body shook. All of which explains why I go ashore, purse in hand, at every port. We have ten or twelve stores on each of our 'favorites' list, advertised in the brochures we leave under stateroom doors as we approach each port. I get to meet old friends in these stores, sometimes meet new ones. My purse grows heavier as I leave each store, but as an old song goes, speaking about love, it's a 'pleasant ache'.But please forgive the following. I know that I am fair of face, that my form curves in places that. My mother would act quite indignant at such times, but I never heard her disagree.I was a member of the Dartmouth freshman class of 1936, and like my father, I found academic success with relative ease. When the winds of war stirred again in 1939 though, my parents, both of whom had been born in England and still felt a great deal of loyalty to the land of their birth, began urging me to leave school and head to England to join the British Army and help fight against the Kaiser and protect. I rub her soft-spot for a little while until she moans like a whore then I remove my finger and she looks at me longingly. She feels relaxed enough and I tactfully tell her so. “You are soaking wet.” She gasps then speaks. “I read you’re story” she says in that sexy accent of hers. The thought of her reading my work, perhaps even masturbating to it just before I came to her door drive me wild and I let go of her neck, immediately unzip my flies and release the b**st. I can feel it straining.