" I whisper."now, take a deep breath and say oooohhhh for me, bitch."You open your mouth and the word begins to form, but before you can, you feel my...cock invading.You can taste the sweat, the precum that coats the head. You can feel the heat, the throbbing, pulsing veins engorged with blood. Your tongue explores the texture as your lips wrap tightly around the shaft.You suck hard, pulling me in, swallowing me down your throat, my cockhead bending to fit.I grab your hair with both hands, and. Indeed, I didn't want to. I had always got on very well with my Aunt – we were really close, and I always just called her Jenny. She was my Mum's younger sister, and there was a quite a gap between their years, so she was only 10 years older than my age of 16. We always seemed to have a lot in common, she showed a real interest in me and over the last few years even more so.Funnily enough, I was probably able to talk about almost as much with my mum as with my aunt, but with the exception of. I want to make love with you. I want to taste you, to have you taste me. I know I am clean and with your Boy Scout approach to life, I bet you haven't had sex with someone other than your wife since you got married." Not quite true." What?" About ten years ago, during a brief separation,” I said."Wow, I would have never guessed, too bad I didn't run into you then.”"That would have been interesting." Okay, where were we?" I was about to stand up and carry you to your bedroom. This room would be. At thirty-five I wasn’t about to go after a senior citizen, no matter how rich she was, but if these had all been unmarried people then I might at least find some interested in the same diversions that I was. I prayed that there might be some pretty and unattached women working on the ship, if not then this trip was hardly going to have any therapeutic value. Instead of running away, I approached the desk and pleasantly handed over my ticket to the cruise ship employee. I pointedly ignored the.