. or possibly at the table.”“Wearing the cock cage?”For a second Candice looked shocked.“That never entered my head.” She laughed. “That w...uld be something.”“So what is it you want to know?”“Think about it, let it play around in your mind, I really want to know how you think you might feel.”“Before you try it?”“Let’s just say it crossed my mind when I was listening to number two yesterday in the bar and I couldn’t help wondering how you’d react if you came back and found me doing that.”She. No doubts, just excitedly talked about it. In detail, recollecting vivid details. Not that I complained, but she had never appeared that way inclined. The sex has been good, but never had she mentioned fantasies like what we had experienced. In fact, afterwards our sex life got more inventive. She had asked what else turned me on, and I had mentioned I liked the thought of inserting things. OK, so let me give a bit more detail. We were laying in bed, she was masturbating me, and talking about. "If he's so great how come he didn't play football?" Listen dumbass," I told him. "You never paid Sam any attention until he took me away from you. And if playing football makes you great, why the fuck is Sam getting a medal from the president next week and you'll still be washing dishes? Why did Sam end up with me and you have that fat girl?" You got one thing wrong babe," he smirked. "You ain't gonna end up with Sam now."I got so pissed that I kicked him in the nuts again. Then I pushed him. “We’re all set,” I told her.“My Aunt May wanted to meet you,” June said. She turned to the woman, “Auntie, meet Rick Bennett, owner and Skipper of Yacht Tranquillity. Skipper, my aunt, May Anderson.”I extended a hand and, after a slight pause, she took it. “Pleased to meet you, Missus Anderson.”“Likewise,” she responded, releasing my hand. I wasn’t sure how sincere she was about that.“If you’d like the ten-pence tour, June could show you round...” She nodded. I turned to June. “Do you need to.