Lou's hands slowly continued working the wet material off Mary's shoulders. Their unhurried exploration of mouths pressed in a kiss gently broke. He p...lled back enough to watch fascinated while gently tugging at wet fabric against wet skin, until the opening in Mary's dress widened enough to be lowered over the twin rise of her breasts, finally freeing the dark pink tips of her nipples. Drawing the clinging cloth down her arms, he moved himself forward until the warmth of her breasts seared his. That took him some considerable time, so he must have been included in the discussion. When he returned, he had a workman type with him, whom John guessed was the ship’s carpenter, and they progressed to the site of the marked trees, for the carpenter to give his approval or otherwise.He was out of sight for a while, so John assumed he was giving his professional opinion of the suitability of the materials. He may even have asked for more trees to be marked, so that he had enough wood for his. Many were refugees who'd migrated not from distant war-torn or famine-struck foreign countries but from the hinterland of the River Thames that had finally been overwhelmed by the rising tide. The traffic in South London's congested roads was a miscellaneous assortment of electric cars and buses, bicycle-driven vehicles and even make-shift carts pulled by donkeys and mules.Reigate was beyond a ridge of hills and thus relatively safe from flooding. It wasn't so secure from London's suburban. .. He climbed out of the pool and the water ran off of his hairy body. His big cock was swinging and straining in the thin fabric and was clearly visible. He took a towel and started drying his body off. It was extremely sensual and my heart beat increased.He pulled the wet trunks off, wrung the water out, and hung them on a chair. I could see his thick cock dangling. He dried it along with his smooth, brown balls gently and I gasped inwardly. Now he was standing naked before me. I didn’t know.