"By late that afternoon, I was met on the docks by Aeneas and he guidedme to his vessel. He brought me to the front of the ship and I saw therewas now...a carved figure on the bow.It was me."I renamed the ship. It's now called 'Lady Danica's Grace'. I hope thatmeets with your approval." I'm ... honored, Aeneas."He smiled and then led me past the vessel. Beside it was a larger craft,with a carving of a swan on the bow.He said, "The others will ride with the Elves. Their ship is much bettersuited. Her small tits jiggled as she squirmed and gasped. Her eyes squeezed shut.Her moans exploded from her, joining the passion of our other wives writhing about us. Her delicious, fresh juices bathed my face. I groaned, licking, lapping, reveling in her orgasmic pleasure. My bowels clenched down on Sven’s thrusting cock.“Yes, yes, yes!” gasped Ava. “Oh, Aingeal! Yes! Your tongue ... Oh, your tongue! Sven, Sven, make her cum, too! Give our wife so much pleasure!”“Yes!” Sven growled, his strong hands. His muscled body, glistening with some type of tanning oil, glided over the hot sand. I personally never learned how to walk on a beach without feeling clumsy but the man coming towards me, his black hair wet and slicked back, the royal blue swim trunks clinging to his lower body, made it look easy. And I’ll be damned if he didn’t have a glass of red wine with him. I rolled onto my back, the white bikini I was wearing showing off my body. He flashed me a smile and I rewarded him with one of my. Hmmmm, I love slick. On the other side of the shower curtain, I'm undressing, planning to surprise you, and join you under the warm water. I poke my head around the curtain, and see your back. There is a combination of water and suds sliding running over your shoulders, joining to form a small stream running down your spine. The muscles in your back , thighs, and calves reflect how physically active you have always been. I quietly sneak into the shower, wrap my arms around your waist, and.