"When will we be in UK, Jim?" At a minimum, about three weeks from leaving here. Probably nearer a month. Winter weather in the North Atlantic is ... ...npleasant and unreliable."A couple of days after our arrival, we were having dinner in the Yacht Club when we were approached by a tall, slim woman with a weathered face and short, fair hair."Captain Smith?"I stood. "I'm Jim Smith." I'm Simone Lefebre..." her voice, despite her name, was northern British – Geordie, I thought. Was her name. If that something was Laura, well, that was okay too. Gloria wasn't going to judge.She still remembered meeting Kelly for the first time at the Guesthouse in 1995, and the dark cloud she saw in her soul. She had asked the Obi-Man about her then, and he told Gloria "She will be important in your life, and your family." How important she hadn't guessed, but here she was with her children in another country, making a future for themselves.Kelly had grown a lot smarter over the years that followed,. I stood up and began to undo my belt when she said "Wait, let me do that." She reached forward, finished unbuckling my belt, popped the button and slid the zipper down. She put her index fingers in my pants and slowly slid them down my legs exposing my raging hard-on. Her eyes grew big as she had never seen a real cock in her life nevermind this close. She looked up at me and then slowly reached her hand out to grasp the shaft of my cock. Her hand felt like silk grasping me and she began. " He took the panties back when Janice was done and put them in his pocket.A second later, the elevator opened, and a crowd of people got on, forcing Tim and Janice to the back.Tim leaned over to her and whispered, "You smell like cum." I know," Janice giggled.Suddenly, Janice felt Tim's hand sneaking down her skirt in back. "Tim!" she whispered when she felt his hand move under the hem of her skirt.Tim ignored her protest, looking forward at the back of people's head. Slowly, his hand slid up.