”“Yes,” Sean registered that her nerve was reaching its limits, “okay shall we do the main cabin now?”He let his fingers faintly brush one l...g as she moved past, but she flinched slightly and moved it away if anything, rather than letting it linger. No touching. Okay fair enough.The process more or less repeated itself while they measured the main cabin and the cockpit, with Sean just managing to stop his cock leaping into life as his niece flaunted her freshly sexual young body at him. Then he. I hope that is not the vodka talking. By the way, you can call me Carol now. I’ve sucked your cock, you’ve fucked my ass crack and I’m stroking your beautiful cock in the shower, naked. I think we are on a first name basis now, don’t you think?”“Uh…sure…Carol.” At that point I wasn’t thinking much of anything, concentrating as her slippery, soapy hand slid along my shaft and she pulled on the skin on my ball sack. Mrs. B.—Carol—got on her knees and came face-to-face with my throbbing dick,. At last she stopped and stepped off me, pulling the toy from my mouth and holding it to her pussy, circling her clit and forcing me to watch her as she reached an orgasm. I lay thrusting into nothing as she came, her face a silent mask of pleasure, her climax tearing through her body as she stood with legs shaking above me. Her nostrils flared as she fought to control her breathing until her orgasm faded away. She fell to her knees and crawled over to me, spreading my legs and moving her head. I’m sorry, how have you been?’ ‘C’est bon monsieur, tres bon…ca va?’ ‘Ca va Jean Luc, ca va bien!.’ I arrived at the apartment and asked Jean Luc to take my bags up while I strolled to the market. I picked up a baguette, flowers, butter, some eggs, chives and goat cheese. On the way back, I grabbed a nice Cote du Provence and some champagne. I chilled the wine in the freezer while I hopped in the shower and made ‘breakfast’. My mind said morning but my stomach was ready for dinner so I tucked.