It was getting colder, and Margarethe didn’t want to use Diesel for the VanDerBeeke generator to start the heating. The engine heat would do for now... ‘You’ve got the con, pussy’ said Margarethe. ‘I’ll get you your tea. Unless you want cocoa.’ ‘Mistress, thank you, I’d love cocoa.’ Margarethe went to the galley, bracing herself against Dread Sovereign’s sharper movements. One hand for the ship, one hand for yourself doesn’t hold here, she thought. Robin had actually washed, dried and secured his. He took this as a signal to caress my thighs. This was a first for me. After a few minutes, I started liking it.I felt my nipples get hard. I enjoyed having his hands on my thighs. He looked at me and asked whether I liked it. I stayed quiet and just smiled. He grabbed my hand and kept it on his crotch area, and asked me to feel it. I started feeling his cock. He asked me whether I wanted to see his cock, to which I said yes.He undid his zip and took out his cock. I was taken aback by the size.. Anyway, I was sipping some iced tea and reading a book when I heard some laughing and yelling going on next door. By the sound of the voices I heard I could tell it was my neighbors son and probably some of his friends horsing around in the back yard . I knew that his mom and dad were out of town so he was probably having a party or something. His name is Andy and he was a freshman at the university that I had just retired from a few years back. Thinking about him made my mouth water, he was a. I stared at her mouth, feeling her breath on my face; her lips slightly open, the red lipstick shiny and sticky; a thread of saliva drawn between her lips as they parted. My lips were parted too; so close now. Her fingers caressed me under the chin, and the faintest of touches pulled me to the inevitable. I felt her lips on mine; so gentle at first, and then the feel of her tongue slipping into my mouth inquisitively, welcoming, cajoling, teasing. Our lips pressed closer, lipstick melding as.