His tongue was lapping up and down gently, the wetness wonderful for both of them. He poke the tip of his tongue into her hot cunt, or on her budding ...litoris and she jumped at the contact. Her hands were running through his hair and she was moaning away "yes, son, lick me, I love it, do it for me, do it for mommy, Donald!" She came in a shuddering climax, jerking around on the bed.He climbed onto the bed between her stretched legs and knelt between them. He still held her legs splayed apart at. And he wasn't eager to improve the visibility of that glass.As he headed back out onto the freeway, he was thankful that he had no glass in the sides of this salesman's special wagon. He had to wait on traffic for a while, before he could get into the flow of the slow lane. While his rear wheels were still in the driveway of the service station, a motorcycle patrolman swerved in beside him. The bike moved very slowly across the sidewalk area of the drive, and the officer glanced toward the side. "Jane looked up at the flags flying from the Harbour Master's office. "With this north easterly she will be well into the Bristol Channel by now, by Flat Holme, would you say?"The Harbour Master nodded. "Aye, the crew looked to be all prime seamen, and them Yankees can sail well enough." The Western Star is an American vessel?" Jane asked.The Harbour Master spat over into the dock. "Aye, that she is, registered in New Orleans. Although I would say that most of her crew had learned their trade. “I’m pretty new here myself and this is my first managerial position that I have taken. I make decisions on a fly and I don’t have time to argue when I do. Will that be a problem?”“No, that’s definitely not a problem,” she answers. “Personally, I’m very good at following directions without complaint.”“Well it seems that the company has hired the right person to assist me,” he says. “I think we can get along pretty well so long as we keep our communication open and honest.”“That’s fine with me,.