In my horny state it wouldn't take too long to stroke myself to a very happy ending; usually imagining sniffing their panties and tonguing their moist...fannies - but I digress!Most times she was home and in bed. I could see her face in the mirrored wardrobe doors and I knew she was watching me undress and I could see the bedding gently move as she pressed her thighs together in anticipation of the knobbing she craved and in the knowledge that my lust would give her the excitement that all women. Now, my little friend added another emotion, interest.I tried to sound friendly as I said, “Night at sea is like nothing else. Look at those stars.” The crystal-clear blackness of the sub-arctic sky was covered in cosmic diamonds.She said shyly, “You get a sense of how insignificant you are when you’re on the ocean. It’s really kind of intimidating. There’s civilization around you when you’re in London. Here, the forces of nature can swallow you in an instant.”That was profound. I took a better. He gave up on the doorbell and knocked on the door's warped wood. The force of his fist opened the door a crack. "Hello?" he called out. "Is anyone home?"He reached out and gently pushed the door open further. He stuck his head inside the house. "Hello? Ms. Franklin? Are you here?"Peter picked up his briefcase and stepped into the dark house. He waited until his eyes grew used to the darkness and then closed the door behind him. There was a tiny click as the lock engaged itself. The living room. Her smooth hands explored my body slowly moving down to my wait until she slipped her hand inside my trousers, I don’t wear underwear instead I wear a pair of loose shorts as boxers are very tight and constricting, sliding underneath my shorts she grasped my manhood, squeezing and massaging my rapidly hardening shaft. With drawing her hand she pulled my trousers down along with my shorts as my 8inch cock leapt forward to meet her. She gazed at my cock with pure pleasure, the thick shaft.