“I thought you were talking about the women on the second floor.”“What second floor?” he says looking really surprised. “Jack’s doesn’t ...ave a second floor. Walk outside and look if you don’t believe me.”He leaned in close and put his hand on my shoulder. Then he asked, like he was really concerned, “Are you sure you’re OK? Maybe that stuff is contaminated or something.”I left the rest of the drink on the bar and started back to the ship. I didn’t stop anywhere else, but it was almost past. He ran his fingers through his long blonde locks, exhaling softly as he did, a frown pulling at his full lips. He trailed his fingers down the outside of the shirt, following the lines of his body, his narrow torso, slender waist, wide hips and found himself smiling ever so softly.Slowly his hands traced back over the skin-tight denim fabric of his jeans, his fingers sinking briefly into the plushness of his ass.“Oh, who am I kidding…” He asked his reflection softly. The idea of being a. He then tore away the saree and started kissing my naval area. I removed his shirt and was glad to see a light hairy chest man. He then started pressing my boobs and i moaned little heavily.He was enjoying me madly and i was caressing him. He then unhooked my blouse and pushed my bra a little and held my nipple in his mouth. I gave a huge moan out and he started to press my boobs over bra and i just moved my hand over his pant. I felt a rock solid cock in his pants and felt proud that i got. His face got redder and he said, “You really are the best, mom.”We finished eating while I thought about what my next move was going to be.“So are you ready to be the man of the house? To be my man?” I asked.“Of course, I’d love that,” he said, sounding sure of himself.“You know the responsibilities, right?” I asked, trying my best to tease him.“Uh, yeah, I think I do,” he said, showing his nervousness.“You will learn them as we go but for now I just want dessert,” I said, setting up just what.