“Let’s both take the whole day off work. Maybe we can beat my record of seven straight hours of sex?” “I like the way you think, Kat!” “...ell, I love the way you fuck me, Dave!” We made our trysts weekly, and then twice weekly. Sometimes we went to a motel, sometimes we made love outdoors under a tree or in the bushes or at a secluded beach – or in the stairways of secluded buildings before and after their offices opened. We also commuted in to our respective jobs together, on the same. My fingers slipped inside and her lips closed as I felt her tongue working around, finding all her flavor. Still, no indication she didn’t like it. Fuck! Time to notch it up a bit.I noticed myself shaking with lust as I moved my body over her. She reached down and guided my cock to the entry of her well. With a slow thrust, I buried myself in her, trapping her hand between us. That had happened before, but this time she left it there when I lifted for another stroke. I thought she would. "Take her out please, Mr. LeBoeuf," he ordered, and watched as the gangplank was raised, the mooring lines cast off, and the ship was expertly manoeuvred out of the harbour."No pilot, Mr. LeBoeuf?" he asked."Sir, I am a qualified pilot for this harbour, so none is needed." Useful." Well, frankly, Sir, there is little to do between cruises, so I took the necessary courses more to pass the time than anything."Henry turned and noted that a destroyer had slipped her moorings and was accompanying. " Tears slid down her cheeks. "I don't know who I am or if I'm already married. I don't know anything about myself. I could have killed someone, or robbed a bank. I could be on the run from the police." A sob caught her by surprise and she wrapped her arms around her slender waist feeling the pain slash deep inside of her. He was handing her what she wanted more than anything; him, the kids, to stay here with them. And she couldn't reach out and take it."I can't," she sobbed again, turning and.