The driver got out and opened the back door just as Jackson descended the steps. The first thing I saw was a bent head full of upswept black curls, t...en a graceful leg ending in a dainty foot. The driver offered his hand and perfectly manicured fingers accepted his assistance. Jackson, by this time, was at the bottom of the stairs and waited impatiently as the lady straightened herself. I only had a brief moment to glimpse her face before Jackson embraced her and lower his head to meet her. All she was wearing was her somewhat scandalous French designed thongs with the tiny cord running down inside her ass crack and her glorious slightly drooping cheeks that jiggled with sensuous invitation were getting the benefit of mother sun over every square inch of posterior skin on prominent display for one and all with an interest in such delicacies.She had on the flesh-toned training bra that made it look like she was topless from even a short distance away. Her boobs were still perky and. “MARK MY ASS, CAT! I’m bleeding!”“Surprise? What the hell?” Cyn took one look and went for her sewing kit.When she came back, she stitched me up ... after she shaved off half of my hair.She was fairly nonchalant about it, “No, Melody, keep your hands down. As soon as I get this little patch shaved I’ll numb it. You won’t feel a thing. Ooo ... that’s nasty. JW! Come hold her down!”When you’re at sea, needs does as needs must. Cyn was the surgeon ... well ... the only one who could keep her wits. I walked up to the first floor and her door opened. I pushed it aside and she stood there, breathing heavily. Her breasts were rising and falling beneath a white vest. I walked to her and took hold of the hair at the base of her neck and kissed her. I pushed her down until she was on her knees and she immediately unzipped me and released my cock. Her moistened tongue ran along my length and I closed my eyes as the warmth of her mouth enveloped me. Christ, she could suck cock. Looking down at.