” “Please don’t fail me.” Tink had watched the crew dance up and down the rigging like squirrels in a tree but she never had climbed anything ...n her life. Tentatively, Tink sucked up her courage and began climbing the rigging at the mast. Tink chided herself, “How can someone who’s flown nearly to the moons and back be so afraid of heights?” But, afraid of heights – or more correctly – afraid of falling she was and her trembling fingers held the hemp ropes and furled sheets in a death grip.. “We should get you home.” The drive home seemed shorter than normal and before she knew it they were pulling up outside her front door.Oh god, this was the point where she had to make a decision. Her mind raced. The sensible part of her was saying, ‘You hardly know him. He could be anyone. God only knows. He’s twice my age, I know I like them older but, that much older?’ Then her excitement started to surpass her fears. He is sweet though, and we’ve even seen each other naked for goodness sake.. She thrust her hips even more and push my head tighter and moaning as she went on her first orgasm.I ease my tongue from her slit and imitated what I'd seen from the porno clips. I kissed my way up from her pussy mound to her belly and pushing her gown up along the way. As I work my way higher, I push her gown to her shoulder and her nice firm breast appear to my eyes. It is round and plump with dark aureole and a bit of nipple rising on top. I grab her breasts with my hands and push it. She was so beautiful; I was intimidated. Yes, me, who traded bad puns with Iman (before she got the boob job and a spouse) and got a peck on the cheek from Tyra Banks (who regarded me as a nice-guy-uncle-type, to my extreme displeasure) when she learned it was my 40th birthday. And I won't go into the whole incident with Frederique's broken strap or Claudia laughing herself right out of her dress at the sight of my screen-saver.As we watched the rockets' red glare over the East (non-)River of.