I'd had my passport for a long time because a security system field installer never knows where the hell they'd be dispatching me to. The Canadian bor...er guard goggled at my collection of shit that I was hauling around. I must have looked like a gypsy mechanic! After I described that I was headed up to Port Dover to take possession and rebuild a tug boat I got a half-assed salute and a grin--'good luck!'.When I toured the boat for the first time I was pretty disappointed. The mechanicals had. Next thing I knew I was waking up on her couch alone. I hollered for her but didn't get a response. I started to walk around and search for her. She was in the shower because as I walked by I heard the water running. I hoolered for her from the door and she said that she would be right out in a minute. So I went back to the couch and did a little channel surfing. She came out in a nice big thick robe and a towel on her head. She apologized for falling asleep on me. I told her it was no big deal. Your clit is swelling and your pussy is getting tighter and your wetness begins to feel more slick than wet. And then I stop. You moan in frustration.I swivel the chair back around and put my cock on your mouth again. You suck it with a hungry intensity. Sometimes I pull it out of your mouth and run the swollen head around your lips and then plunge it back into your mouth. Again I feel like I might cum and I stop.I swivel you around again and use my thumbs to pull open the lips of your. Then, one afternoon just as it was getting dark, she noticed an old lamplighter. Why he should suddenly catch her attention she had no idea, but she felt compelled to watch his slow progress down the street. There was a lamp outside her house and when the old man reached it he seemed to look right at her. Did he give her a half-smile and a slight inclination of the head? Every evening after that Lucy eagerly watched for the old lamplighter coming down the street. She always thought she saw him.