”I was already propped up enough against the pillows, so I just watched her scoot down my body. She threw the bed covers off and placed her hands on...my chest. Her fingers ran down my body and, as they did, grabbed the hem of the shorts I was wearing and my briefs. She removed both slowly, biting her lip and staring down at my crotch as she did.When my cock popped out, Ashleigh purred at the sight of my hard-on for her. She tossed the shorts and my briefs to the side and stood up on her knees.. " He looked apologetically at me. "I have a memory such that once I have read something it stays in my mind for ever. I have read the tide tables for all the English ports, which is why I can be so exact." He sighed. "Some people think I am a show off and know it all — and I suppose I am, but truly I only try to be helpful." But we are not due to reach Bristol until eleven—we will be too late to stop the sailing at ten." I doubt the ship will sail without Hardy being aboard. He will have the. We loved each other though, so we decided we’d work on our sex life to save the marriage.The sex ther****t, suggested porn, as so we started “porning out” together. I’d usually end up doing oral on her while using a big dildo. This lead to each of us wanting to see the other fucking someone else. She loved my body (except for my cock) and I knew that there were few women that could rival her. So, we struck up friendships in hopes that they would develop into our sexual fantasy. They never. I heard a laugh of pure wicked joy from the man behind me and his grip in my hair tightened. ‘Is the slut wet?’ he asked.The other man laughed softly in response. His hands were back on my knees. ‘I could smell her when I walked into the bar. Such an erotic animal. She’s ripe and ready for fucking.’I was on a lounge, my breasts and cunt bare, one man holding my hair, the other man’s hands on my knees. Their words rang in my ears.Is the slut wet?Such an erotic animal.She’s ripe and ready for.