.. while my left hand was holding her hair ... After about five minutes I started kissing her neck ... nibbling on her ear ... My hands had started to...explore her body ... My right hand was massaging her right tit from outside her bikini ... I went behind her back and opened the top ... which presented me her breasts ... they were one of the best I had ever seen ... I couldn't stop for even a second and launched my lips at her boobs ... I started to kiss her breasts ... while my right hand. When I say ‘we’ I mean Cheryl, who actually enjoyed that part of the holiday. She told me she hated cooking in her designer-kitchen; it was boring, but cooking in a cramped, heeling, galley was fun. I could see where Tony got her spirit from.“I don’t want this to end” Fred said, nestling under my arm as I steered with the other arm. “It’s magical”“You could always aim to become a crew on a lead boat, like Jackie”“Or become the lead, like Craig” corrected Sarah“No! She’s going to do something. She pulled my trousers down around my ankles leaving my boxers on and reached into the opening in front, fishing out my already erect cock."Oooh, yummy!" Becky said, "Is this for me?"She wrapped her small, delicate hand around the base of my cock and sat there for a minute admiring it and getting familiar with its texture and surface. She noted every bump and ridge on the shaft and how the mushroom head looked. She licked her soft lips and then she looked up at me as if to ask permission.She. Her legs were a bit heavy but I couldn’t feel much of any stiffness anywhere in her leg just the plumpness and smoothness of a woman's leg with a bit of small hair. I did the massaging for almost an hour, it was a wonderful scene to see my hands rubbing all over her leg with oil I even massaged under her feet and she laid back on to the sofa relaxing. In between I asked her "how are you feeling now" she said much better in a very dozy voice. And after almost an hour of massage her nightie had.