Wasn't that. Oh, you've a reputation as a competent, safe, skipper, or I wouldn't have come with you..." Then what?"There was a very long pause. "Will...you take the wheel, Ted? I want to get another drink. Would you like one?"I shrugged. Would I get to the bottom of this? I stepped forward and reached past her for the wheel. She let go and leaned back against me for a moment, then went below.She returned with a mug of steaming herbal something-or-other for herself and a black coffee for me,. "Sit on the chair," he demanded. So I sat..."I'm taking another picture...feel yourself." I put my hands down to protect my cunt from his prying eyes and his fucking camera! Why that word came to mind I don't know...maybe I felt he would try to fuck me...but he was a photographer...a voyeur...and he took more pictures...finally I was into it and spread my cunt lips for the lens, rubbed my cunt lips as directed, until I was all wet and I came for him to see and photograph. It was a sexy. He was in equipmentsales and was selling a major crane that was used in the construction ofthose skyscrapers. Instead of being at Mile High Stadium and seeing JohnElway he was going to have to hold the hand of his client. He calledhis travel agent and got the plane tickets. Well, he got his travelclothes which were Wranglers a polo shirt since it was summer and hisboots. He put a couple of pairs of slacks and his dress shirts and hisdress loafers in the suitcase with his toothbrush and. Like the skin around the ass hole and the pussy. Then I kiss the 2 holes.I wrote that right. Kissing the holes. Not eating but kissing. Then I`ll eat her out: flood her pussy with my saliva, her pussy would thank me with pussy juices which taste awesome by the way; get my tongue between her pussy lips, by this point she starts moaning and talk dirty; insert fingers, one then two then three; as she would scream she would cum and spread her tasty pussy juices on my face. "Merci pitin [Thanks.