There was nothing else to do but to head back into New Orleans to check out the true condition of the two salvaged boats and to take care of the paper...ork.Oh, my God! We barely made it back to New Orleans ahead of a major storm. This was not a hurricane by the technical definition, but it was one hell of a tropical storm. The cruise lines canceled all further trips for this season for fear of more such storms. Besides, few paying passengers were going to show up for a cruise in potentially bad. As if I had done it a thousand times I pulled her bra out of her top and escorted her to the backseat of our car. Once inside she regained control and said I'm married happily I can't do this but as I twisted her nipples she moaned and once again her tongue down my throat 5min. later her panties on our bedroom table and my rock hard cock buried to the balls in her mouth. Her nipples being rolled between my fingers. I pulled out flipped her on the bed and drove my cock home in her twat pumping. I kissed her firmly as I obliged and thrust into her.Her pussy accepted me eagerly. It was tight and wet, like her ass in some ways, very different in others. Regardless of the minutiae, it was a simply wonderful feeling to slip deeper and deeper, and eventually bury my cock inside. It felt so right, so very amazing.I pulled my head back enough to look at Lexi's face. She was the reason. Sure she felt good physically just goddamn everywhere I'd touched her, tasted her, and been inside her. But. “I want to see Robert’s outfit. I’m trying to imagine you in leather, babe.”“You’ll have to keep imagining. No leather, I’m afraid.” My arm felt stiff so I did a quick shoulder exercise. I couldn’t feel the hardware but sometimes imagined I could.Melissa was dressed and now putting on heels that put her right at six feet. Lavi meanwhile was putting on boots that had the material equal to about twenty of her dresses. I helped her lace up the boots and then looked at both of them.Melissa was.