Yeah. I hear you...."Could I fall in love with her?" (Long pause here - not for dramatically effect either! “Well,” I say cautiously. “In a way,...I guess I’d be a liar if I were to say anything other than I already have fallen in love with her in a way.” If it means anything, I love her humor, cleverness, the way she plays with my head, (the uppermost one, I’ll have you know), the emotion and feeling she so fluently expresses through the written word. The list has more, but I can’t share. Monica straight to his hardening cock usually over his trousers rubbing him to full hardness, which never took Nigel long to bar up over my wife. The sight before me was always so exciting, my wife with another man right in front of me. I would study the hand movement inside Monica's thin nylon panties easily showing the movement of Nigel caressing and rubbing her cunt and clit then clearly showing his knuckles and he was oh so obviously starting to insert his fingers into my wife. Clearly 1, 2. As soon as he felt me relax against him, his hold loosened and blood returned to my hand, causing a slight burning sensation as he continued, ‘And you’ll soon learn that fighting me won’t help one bit…’ I nodded shallowly as my brain tried to find a way out of this, but we were in the open ocean and from what I understood, it was a full ship so I wouldn’t be able to change rooms. Even if I could, he would more than likely find me since we were all trapped here together, though there was. After laying there for a few minutes to recover, I stand up, put the shower head back, and finish my shower. I wash my hair and then I slowly lather up my body with soap, and wash every inch. Paying special attention to my still hard nipples and my sensitive clit and pussy lips. I turn off the water and dry off. I slip on my robe and slippers and head back to my room. On the way I grab my new electric toothbrush I had sitting in my bathroom drawer. I think it's time to break it in. I get back.