‘Tell me how it feels.’ ‘It feels fantastic. I’m close to cumming, but I want you in me,’ she pleaded. ‘Keep rubbing your clit and take th... vibrator in your other hand and slide it into your pussy.’ He could hear her fumbled for the vibrator, then coo as the hard shaft filled her. ‘Slowly in and out—keep rubbing your clit.’ ‘I’m so close! I want to cum,’ she cried out. ‘What are you going to do to me after I cum?’ ‘I’m going to put my whole cock in your mouth and you’re going to suck me—I want. The anchor windlass was replaced with one right and one left Lewmar horizontal windlass. The chain locker was expanded and divided for two stainless chains. The single anchor was switched to two 65 pound Rocna plows. The new anchor pulpit also housed the forestay and furler. Shop made, stainless steel and all welded construction I am sure the footprint is stronger than the single pulpit. A stern anchor, windlass and chain locker was added. No more sideways rolling ... well ... not as much.All. To: [email protected] From: [email protected] Subject: How are you tonight I thought about this a lot, and decided that email is probably a safe way to converse on a personal basis. I loved chatting with you, but afterwards, I realized that I said a lot of personal stuff, and I wish I hadn’t. I need someone to talk to, but don’t like the world to listen in, so I’ll try this for a while, and we’ll see what happens. Husband is gone, again, and I’m here alone, again, watching old horror movies,. “You knew my Mary?”“Yes. The Baptist Church Wednesday Club. We chatted all the time. Actually, we mostly talked about you, Dan. I even spoke to you at her funeral, but you were clearly distracted.”“Sorry, Connie, that day’s a complete blur. I don’t remember seeing anyone.”Connie squeezed my hand and kept hold of it. I had tears well up in my eyes, but fought them back, checking that Katie was still playing safe and ‘Karate’ occupied at the nearby shop.“Sorry about Freddie, Con, I really liked.