It felt so good, so warm, but it was on my clitoris. It startled me and I must have jumped a little. My husband whispered, “It's okay, just go with...it, doesn't it feel good?” At that moment I realized it was Dr Woods' tongue tickling my clitoris, and my husband saying it was okay. Wow. A dream come true. I was going to make the most of this! I reached down to touch his soft wavy hair, and run my fingers through it. Another dream come true! He was good with his tongue, and was really. His retirement would be sweet with plenty of money and good health care.At present, the work was such a chore he had to force himself to continue. He planned to retire as soon as he got his good 20 years in. Unfortunately, he had no idea what he would do at that point. His only income now was his pay from the Military and the short tours he took, and a little interest. He was able to live off his take home from the Guard and the interest he earned from the remainder of the small inheritance he. As I passed by the upstairs bath, something caught my eye. I assumed Scott was in there brushing his teeth and opened the door to hand him the undergarment. I opened the door and there stood Calvin in front of the vanity with absolutely nothing on. He was very well defined and muscular with perfect washboard abs. Below his navel was a thin line of hair which lead straight down to the largest and darkest cock I have ever seen. It was very thick, about 6 inches long and hung down beside his left. The ferry arrived, and the cars and passengers disembarked. Then she walked on board. It was stuffy inside so she took her suitcase to the upper deck, and she stood looking at the distant blurred shape that was the island until the ferry sailed. There was a near full moon, and there were some wisps of cloud. She thought it was very beautiful and serene, and she stood on deck watching the island take on shape. Eventually she could even make out the contours of Yarmouth Castle in the moon light..