She suddenly felt the overpowering need to be away, to get her thoughts in order. She stood, deciding not to say anything to anyone, just to slip out ...he back door and go to her own house. She just wasn't up to what was expected of her. She got as far as the kitchen. Peter stopped her by taking her arm."Let me get your drink for you, Love," he said, taking her empty glass from her hand. He went around the small breakfast nook and opened the refrigerator and took the full pitcher from it, poured. I knew I liked it. Suddenly I liked it very much. I sat on the floor between his knees looking at his softened cock lying on his thigh. What a shame they don’t stay hard forever. His ball sack had relaxed and was hanging loose between his legs. I put my hand under it and joggled them in my fingers, feeling the balls move around inside. I still wanted more. I pulled my shorts and pants off and sat on the couch with my back against the arm rest. I put one leg either side of him so. ”“I’ll do whatever you want to help. Just tell me what you need.”“Let’s get settled then, since I’m getting that swelling now just looking at you.” He led me into his bedroom. Once we got inside, he drew the blinds and started to remove his clothes and told me to do the same. For an old man, he was in pretty good shape, short with a small protruding belly and lots of flabby skin and even though his cock was soft, I could tell he had a big cock because soft it hung halfway down his leg. It. The images of her wearing a lacy thong and topless on deck came flooding to my mind and for a second I wanted to turn around and go home. She was my baby, did I really want other men seeing her in those clothes? And then the familiar desires came rushing back and I said nothing more. We set off around 9am the following morning. The suite we had booked had been a little above our means but it was one of the nicest on board. A nice big bed, en-suite double bath, sea view. We both excitedly.