Finding it empty and cold, she let out a soft whimper before opening her eyes. He'd been gone a while, from the feel of things. How much time would th...y have left before she was forced to leave him? A pang of regret stabbed her heart, and she hugged his pillow against her, clinging tightly to the feel of his body against hers, the feel of him inside her, body and mind, sharing as equally as they could of each other. Some memories, she realized, could bolster one in the lonely moments.Don't. He met me,as a female,one day when I was returning from grocery shopping.I was dressed casually in a sleeveless maroon turtleneck,mid-thigh jean skirt and a gaff under sheer nude hose with tan,3′ high-heels.I wore a short blond wig of natural hair and light make-up.He walked up to me,wearing a wife beater t-shirt and sweat pants with sneakers, as I began to unload my groceries and asked if I needed any help I checked him out and I said sure.We introduced ourselves and he carried in the two bags. One major concern he did have was with such a small number of crewmen available they would only be able to support two or at the very most three cannons at any time, and to make matters even worse that estimate was based on having well trained powder monkeys available, not women.Not that knowing the crew's makeup beforehand would have changed anything; he would have signed on even if the crew were comprised entirely of cabin boy's, for no other reason than Jack Scarlet had asked. What he had. He slowly moved his thighs back and forth. My wife enjoyed looking at the impression of his dick pushing out against his swim suit. She had a great view and knew his dick was getting harder and harder.What he did next completely surprised her. He tugged on his swim suit a few times knowing what would happen. My wife’s guess is that he made the decision to just do it. He was taking a chance because it’s possible she might have reacted very differently. The head of his dick popped out from under.