I was getting fucked like a little bitch. It was a good thing my hands were on the wall, or else I would have lost my footing as Claire continued to p...und me."Oh, yeah," said Claire. "Just like that. That's what I like." Ohhhh. Oooooh," is all I could muster. I started to feel dizzy. I'm not sure if that was from the four drinks I had in less than an hour, or from the giant cock that felt like it was in my stomach."Oh fuck yeah," said Claire. "Is this why you came here? Is this what you. It made her throat ache. My soul, she managed to remember, doth magnify the Lord. She wondered what it meant. It was the only prayer, other than the Lord's Prayer and that bless this bed verse, that she could recall.The fisherman took her to her own rickety dock, and she paid and thanked him after he helped pile her goods on the worn planking. She sat on her dome-topped trunk and watched him tack out toward the sluggish Chester River and straighten his wide rudder. Now, she decided, I am really. Throughout the day, images of this stranger went through her head. She saw his beautiful face, saw his strong body and she even thought she could smell his sweat. When she and Mark had dinner, and she compared Mark to this stranger, she knew that she was crossing a line that shouldn’t be crossed. Mark was overweight and his body had become unappealing, the stranger was slim and sexy. Mark was getting bald, his face started to get some wrinkles and the bags under his eyes made him look tired,. She stroked the partly swollen lips and dipped her oily finger into her wetness, then added another. Raising her hips in rhythm with her hand she quickly came. Volts of pleasure racing through her body, she fell back onto the damp towel with a low moan of satisfaction. Slowly the orgasm faded and she opened her eyes as she felt a shadow blocking the sun momentarily from her hot, excited, oily body. She smiled guiltily as she pulled him down beside her, apologising for starting without him, but.