If he was sitting at a table he could rub his cock for me and make it hard. The fine hairs on my arms and the back of my neck stood up and I started m...ving easily to the beat of the new song. Images of Johan's cock invaded my mind. I wanted to make it hard. I moved to the pole and turned my back to it, holding it with my hands and sliding it up and down the crease in my ass. I was looking out into the audience, but I couldn't see a thing. I arched, making my hair tickle my lower back, and I. “A flippant answer from a lightning bug,” Hook said as he stood. Taking Tink’s hand he led her towards his bunk and she thought the heart would beat right through her chest wall. Stopping short of the bunk, Hook positioned her next to a wooden rail that ran from the head of the bunk to where the Driver Mast came through the cabin from the upper decks to the keelson below. The rail was rough hewn and maybe a meter above the floor. “For now, this is your place while I go and see to the men.” Tink. "Everyone just assumed, because of your show, that you're, you know, 'de dot'." He taps her playfully on the center of her forehead. Bursting into giggles, she says, "Nope. My skin is red." Looks brown to me." He teases. "Just a really nice tan. I'm red underneath." She retorts. They smile and fall into silence, both enjoying the song playing on the radio, the closeness they feel in their afterglow gently twining through their bodies. Minutes pass in comfortable silence. When they pass the. “I want you to suck my clitoris. That’s here,” she added, taking my hand and guiding it to the little ridge.“Sorry,” she said quickly. “I’m sure you knew that.”I tried to look as if it was obvious, although I had no idea what to do with it.“Rub it,” she said encouragingly. “Ahh! Gently.”I lay half on top of her and we kissed. She moved her tongue just like her daughter did, while I concentrated on her clitoris.“Nice,” she purred. “Now lick me.”I slid down her body, her willing servant, and.