Alexa Wilding stood right there in front of him, impossibly and yet wonderfully alive. “It is rather chilly out here, Mr. Sebastian,” she said, h...r voice whisper-soft like the lightest touch of silk upon the skin. “A bit of tea would be very nice.” Hers was a voice he would never forget. One of liquid chimes and dulcet tones, A voice from a time when a whisper was as potent a weapon as a loudly sworn oath or a saber thrust to the heart. A voice that promised both endless delights and endless. That resulted in her starting to thrust her hips into me. In this age, she is an old woman, but in my day, she'd just be getting started. So I decided to really get her motor running! Without breaking the kiss, I moved her so I could reach her snatch. I managed to move her clothing aside and was playing her like a well tuned fiddle. Holding her tight with my left arm, I continued to strum as she began to shake. As I worked on her pussy, her shaking became more pronounced. All of a sudden she. "I can't think of any right now, but sure I'll ride with you. We can go to dinner from there," EZ said."Sure why not. Come on by after you finish your business," I suggested.It took him about ten minutes to talk to the man. There seemed to be a lot of shouting. When it was over EZ walked up the dock and onto my gangplank. I was glad it hadn't turned violent."So you are finished with your business?" He promised that he wouldn't be spending any more nights on the boat. I just don't believe him to. What seemed like an age past before it started to slow in to a controlled stream again, I had to feel it on me, just like it had sprayed down her leg and pushed my cock in to the flow, making it splash again.We kissed each other greedily, as my hand slipped between her legs and my finger along her slit, our tongues fighting as I felt her nip her fanny pushing the last warm drops out on to my finger. Excitedly and drunk I knelt down where she peed, wanting to see the drops on her lips, I could.