You held my hand as we made our slow way out of the bar. It had gotten much more crowded while I'd been busy. We made it out the door. I gulped the co...ler, fresher air. You put my hand in the crook of your arm and led me to the car. The wetness inside my legs felt refreshing as it cooled like sweat. When we got to the car, you unlocked it and opened the back passenger door. You went around to the driver's side, put the key in the ignition, and rolled down that rear window. Then you came back.. Ive rubbed as much as I can without opening her gown up so I tell her to slide out from the table some, have another sip of wine and then I stand in front of her, stepping between her legs and tell her to lean forward against me so I can rub her back. She puts her cheek on my belly and I slide my hands inside her gown and go to work on her shoulder blades. She thanks me and tells me how good it feels, she hasn't been massaged in ages. rubbing along her shoulder blades and spine I know my arms. The next two days were also uneventful. Ehs and Vennoa handed out berries again, and by this time, the crew had grown accustomed to them on the deck, and welcomed their berries.That night, Vennoa awoke from a loud crashing sound. Is it another storm? Listening intently, she could hear lots of sounds coming from the top deck. Soon, there was banging on her door. Waking Ehs up, they quickly opened the door, and saw two dwarves.“Arm yeselves! We’re under attack!” they said, and then rushed off to. Lowering herself to her elbows and raising her ass high, she began rocking her body—pulling away from him and almost losing him completely, then jamming herself against him. It was like hitting a wall, but the sound she heard come from him each time she impaled herself was priceless.As he stilled himself and looked down, the view—the arch of her back, curve of her hips, and roundness of her ass as she glided on and off his cock—combined with the feel of her hair in his hands while she fucked.