‘Sooo… What’s the special occassion?’ she asked as I felt her foot make it’s way to my crotch and begin to rub it erotically. Damn that girl...is sharp. She already figured out that this was no ordinary dinner. ‘oh nothing’ I lied ‘what am I not allowed to take my f-girlfriend out to a nice dinner?’ oops, I almost slipped up and said the ‘f’ word that would blow all of tonight’s plans to hell. I grabbed her foot off my crotch so I wouldn’t be tempted to tell her prematurely. ‘Wha-‘ she was cut. So at a little after midnight on thursday, pete pulled up in his tanker as usual and parked up around the back and made his way to my office. Sitting down to a coffee, we started chatting about his last visit and he confessed how much he had enjoyed the experience and had had several wanks whilst thinking about it and imagining what he would like to try next time. After a bit more chat, pete asked me if we could have some fun now, knowing that we would have at least 5hrs peace and quiet i. I think June must have seen my erection when she told me that story but I was afraid to pursue the lead she had given me. On another occasion when we were alone she told me that John was so desperate for a son that they had asked the doctor what they could do to try to ensure that she fell pregnant. She told me that the doctor had offered to wait in the lounge while John fucked June and then as soon as John was finished that he would bind her vagina up to keep the sperm in her. I had never. They stowed some of their kit and went back on deck, where they were a little surprised to see Chrissie with her guitar, sitting on the hatch cover, by the main mast."Come aft, Dulcie, Richard, please!" called Tom. They did as they were told and joined a cluster of other passengers by the wheel. Tom pointed at a curved, octagonal baulk of timber across the deck. "That's called the main-horse," Tom said. "You need to stand behind that, or well forward. Don't sit on it or straddle it while we're.