But Bette had expressed a desire to reacquaint herself with Westridge and environs, saying that she felt like taking a day's drive, and Ken had immedi...tely offered her the loan of his new Pontiac convertible. She had thanked him profusely, kissed him warmly and passionately, and then left in the car, promising to be home in plenty of time for supper. He had told her to have fun, then had retired to his study to work on the layout.Now he frowned as the doorbell sounded again. He didn't like to. Often, I would arrive early and the previous client would still be getting dressed, or the reverse - clients would arrive early. If I had not showered and dressed, he would make them wait outside.He had one client, a French singer who was not very tall but [reportedly] had a dick that reached his knees. At least that is what Bob said, laughing about how he wished his dick could reach his knees. For one appointment I arrived a bit early as the French singer was getting dressed. Bob told me to. I wanted to be underway before low tide, to get the last of the ebb, so I was up at six, and getting the sails up before dawn. Inevitably, getting the anchor up is always noisy – a consequence of all those fathoms of rusty chain. I was careful, and making sure the chain was clean, until that point where the hook is about to leave the ground – ‘up and down’ is the shout if you’re not on your own – then got the rest in as quickly as possible as Eirene drifted backwards and began to pay off. I. I rolled towards her and slowly reached up her night gown. I felt her warm pussy. She gasp as I ran my finger up and down her slit. Now her hand trembled as she kept stroking me. I could tell her anticipation was at its peak. Are we going to have sex&hellip,or not? &hellip,.. I pulled her towards me and my cock went between her legs. She held onto my cock, pressing it against her pussy and was still able to stroke it some. Her eyes were closed as our lips met. She began quietly moaning as our.