Lsa was that kind of friend that i really didn't want to cross the line at all. She was a teacher at the Liverpool University but a portuguese girl. S...e was on her 40's in 2004 and she knew since the first day we met i had always been les. She was single and straight. We never ever talked a lot about sex. I was quite afraid of lose control and then lose a friend. Everytime we talked...and we talked for hours, i had to focus on not talking about women love. And i quite succeeded. None of the Carbos I'd read had been recent."I've got a copy in my cabin. I'll loan it to you for the voyage. Its one of his shorter works, but it is an engaging read."So I spent the rest of my trip reading Carbos, which I loved, loving River, which I really loved, and talking Carbos with the captain and naval history with the first mate, which was much better than thinking about what might lie ahead, but which I suspect drove everyone else a bit off the edge.Strangely enough, I had no problem. I run my middle finger up the center of my pussy until I find it, that perfect bundle of erotic nerves, my clit. Even just brushing over it sends a jolt through my body. With my middle finger, I trace slow circles around that little button. I’m tempted to go faster, to cum right then and there, but restrain myself. I repeat those slow circles for a few moments more then abruptly pinch my clit. I could’ve screamed, but instead settle for squirming in bed. I’m right on the edge of orgasming, so I. Bunny was so envious. If he could do that, it would be himup there on the bed, possessing Bella's irresistible body. After what must have been an hour, they were doing it doggy style, andBella was flung into her second noisy finish. But this time Turk didn'tslow down afterwards. Instead, he redoubled his efforts, driving herinto a third orgasm, at the same time that he let himself go and emptiedhis heavy balls into her. The stayed at a peak of passion, his fingersdigging into her plush hips,.