"The limo lurched to the side of the cabs and pulled up under the canopy. The porter immediately came running over waving his hands and started yellin... at the poor driver. I quickly gathered my things, thanked the driver, opened the door and leapt from the limo. This brought me face to face with the irate Porter."If you've got a problem, kindly direct that attitude and your foul mouth at me instead of the driver... if you dare!" I challenged him.His expression changed in a flash, "Oh... Pardon. ..Author's note: If this is your first time reading "Always, Abbie," please continue below. If you're familiar with her adventures, you might like the thread I'm currently focused on, which is called "Jake and Abbie Go to a Wedding." It's the longest story to date, and features extensive and varied scenes over the course of a wild wedding weekend. She was making small talk in the coffee room with a guy from work, Jake, and the subject came up of how she helped a friend paint her bedroom over. Actually, I dare say I did too. Anyway, we got clear of the estuary and Serenity settled to a much pleasanter rhythm. Amy easily picked up how to read a chart, and she picked up each buoy or marker in turn. We passed the Cork Sand buoy, going to seaward of the Cork Sand, then the South Cork cardinal marker; we picked up the Medusa next and knew we were in 'the Wallet'. The Knoll was followed by the North Eagle cardinal, and we were in the entrance to the River Blackwater, near enough five hours. " I closed my eyes and leaned back a bit.She chuckled, genuinely amused. "That sounds like a decision."She carried on. Looking down on her demure brunette head between my thighs and her stark and glorious nudity, with her ass sitting on her heels, was almost enough to make me cum in itself. The thing that really drove me crazy was her breaking off a couple of times to ask me, "how's that — that okay?", even though she clearly knew pretty well how to give head to a man. The only thing I needed.