Lenore was enjoying the game, and her hands flew over the Belfast strands, tying the sheetbend, a knot she'd actually come to appreciate. She laughed ... little, as she considered her answer.She'd learned from Dillon the various ratings and ranks over the week. Kostowe was, she'd known, a Master Chief Boatswain's Mate, and now she knew the abbreviated rank was 'BMCM'. At first, there'd seemed to be an overwhelming number of ratings, but she'd been able to memorize most. Lenore herself was a. "check the attic" Abbie rolled her eyes and hurried upstairs. She threw the attic door open and wandered inside. She noticed that all her furniture had been moved up here, as well as her other stuff. She chuckled. "wow, they actually did it" she muttered, smiling. It was like a one-room flat. There was a small kitchen area with a sink, fridge, microwave, washing machine and tumble dryer. There was also a door to the left-hand side, which led to an en-suite with a toilet, shower and sink. Her. Her hand continued its course along my thigh then moved up to my abs and chest. She was loving her journey tracing her fingers through the ridges of muscle there—my lust become almost painful. My own hand found her thigh and I savored her almost frictionless soft skin and loved the feeling of the firm muscle beneath; I later found out she was a gym instructor. We kissed there, touching each other's bodies. My now fully-erect member was nearly bursting out to be touched. Luckily as I cupped her. It looked and tasted disgusting as I licked the fat tip and floppy foreskin, but that just seemed to turn me on more. “That’s good,” he sighed as my tongue curled around the antique leather shaft making it get stiffer, “suck it harder…aaghh, yes.” I stroked the length with my gloved fingers as I devoured his hot knob with my hot mouth, making myself squirm in the passenger seat. “You married women are all the bloody same when you see a Paki cock,” he grunted as he forced a dirty hand.