With that he removed the towel from my breasts and rubbed my tits. He bent over and began licking them and biting them, a bit hard. He then he slid me...toward him and gently kissed me, then with my head off the bed he took his cock from his pants. I took it in my hands and guided it to my mouth. My ex son in law who I have fantasized over for like twenty years now was fucking my mouth, in about 30 seconds he exploded in my mouth. I was a bit bummed as I thought that was it but I was wrong.He got. . I don’t know ... there’s a feeling of ... solidity, perhaps. The power, or the impression of power, is somewhat of an illusion. Torque, I suppose is a better term. Not that I know much about that.So there we are, sitting close together – of necessity, it’s a very small café, and busy – and chatting about the village. I knew a little, from reading about the place. We finished our snack, and walked. First call, the church. Holy Trinity church; twelfth century, but rebuilt in the nineteenth,. He let go of her and as his rod, (no longer resembling the steel bar of a minute ago,) began wilting, pulled her upright and held her close, hands cupping her full breasts, the nipples still hard. There were salty tears of joy and pleasure running down her face, he kissed her eyes gently and licked away the tears, she smiled, this man is so gentle with me, she thought. The shower still running they washed each other, turned it off and got out of the bath. Gently he used the towel to dry her,. Square sailing rigs weren’t common on Earth any more since they were so crew-intensive. Once material science had advanced to allow lightweight aluminum spars and synthetic fibers for lightweight sails, a simple sloop-rig could do almost anything a square rig could do. I personally had never sailed on anything larger than a sloop with a single mast, a single mainsail, and a single jib. Still, I’d read enough to know what they were supposed to do if not quite how it happened.All the captives.