Her body tenses, her womanhood clenching, clinging to his fingers in spasms and she can’t control the half scream that comes from her mouth as she g...ves him what he yearned for from her. She drenches his fingers with her juices in a wild overwhelming orgasm. As she drifts back to reality, she is overtaken with a wild abandon for this man, wanting him, as she has never wanted anyone or anything in her life. She’s consumed with desire for him, to feel every inch of him as he’s done her, knowing. She breathed deeply telling herself it was just a bad dream and there was nothing to worry about. Another flash of lightning and a roar of thunder sent her flying from underneath the covers and to the door. She shurredly slipped on a silk night shirt over her black laced bra. She half walked half sprinted to her sisters bedroom woundering if she was awake. She knocked softly on the door and looked into the darkness inside. “Mel… are you awake?” “Yes, what is it sis?” She turned on the light and. We (she after seeking the advice of the travel agent) had elected to use the fairly recently inaugurated Townsend-Thoreson ferry service between Portsmouth and Cherbourg.“Are you quite sure that we can get ferry tickets this close to travelling? Shouldn’t we have booked weeks ago?”My blonde lover shook her head.“It’s fine, my darling, I phoned them up from the travel agents, and we got a very helpful lady – we’d have no chance of booking a car now it’s peak season, but they’ve always got room. ’ The tip of the pencil snapped off on the paper as Michael gaped transfixed. Fuck notes. He was so horny he could barley sit straight. He was shaking, listening to his own breath and feeling his member pulse as his heart rocketed. His eyes danced between her twisting face and the slowly gyrating vibrator. The familiar pain was welling up in the pit of his stomach and spreading into his gonads. He wanted to jack off. Needed to Jack off. But he had to hold out. He had to wait, to let her watch..