It was still early in Inkie’s role as news collector-dispenser and USO tour, so Helva’s signature arrival wasn’t yet universally known. However,...recognizing that a Sa’arm incursion was unlikely to be heralded by music written by a long-dead deaf composer, Rebecca was unruffled. Opera trained in her former life, she answered with Bizet’s La Fleur Que Tu M’avais Jetée from Carmen, astounding the ratings present with her.As she finished, she heard a laugh, followed by, “Bonjour, ma belle fleur.. And that's when she started feeling guilty. Guilty for flirting with me, while she had a husband at home and whatnot.As you expect, I did not care for that, in fact, it only made me want her more, every time I'd see her from behind, all I could think of was how acquiring her ass and using it as if it was my property. I did not care for her husband, it's natural selection, if he's not man enough and strong and satisfying enough for his female, then it only made sense that she'd find someone. As with any cross roads town there were people who commuted to Blane to work on the less than booming docks. Since New Holt was a river town it had been built on the banks of the Greater Pea River. The Greater Pea wasn't much of a river. It might be deep where it ran through New Holt but it was narrow. Where Flat bottom barges had once carried cotton to Blane, it was mostly pleasure boats that traveled through New Holt those days.When one says commercial fishermen what comes to mind is small. Kneeling at the edge of the bed, I watched your eyes as I lowered my mouth to your swollen clit. Licking you with my tongue, I slid my finger inside you. One of your legs hooked around the back of my neck and the other you put on the edge of the bed. Laying back on a nice bed of feather pillows, you watched and played with your breasts as I began to please you with my mouth. Sliding a finger inside you, I started stroking your g-spot with a nice rhythm. My mouth began to tease your clit in time.