She walked through the entrance to the complex. The signs on either side, a male symbol, inverted in a red ring with a red diagonal bar through it, wa... universally recognized now. “No Males” it said. Florence couldn’t remember when it had first appeared. It wasn’t something the Government had introduced, she thought, just something that had sprung up. Now it was quite common.Of course, there were men in the complex, waiting at tables, serving in the bars, things like that, but they came in. Grindylows followed her, swarming to the top beam and starting to writhe their way along it, calling for help as they followed.Finally she reached her destination. The main tack line. It ran from the end of the topbeam all the way down to the aftcastle. From there, the swabs could pull it and turn the top beam to help steer the ship in the wind. The angle was steep. Normally it would be a fairly easy climb but she’d done it many times before on the Kestrel. After tying off the rope it was. Too much to drink and my cum was runny. Other food made my cum nice and creamy. She loved it creamy and sweet.That spring semester I’d been to a professor’s home for dinner and to discuss my final paper in Constitutional Law. His wife had served a great meal. I expected Deb would love the result. I told her I just wanted to lay back and let her take me in her mouth. She performed miracles and I began to moan. As soon as I shot my first wad, Deb jerked back off my cock, a look of surprise and. Then expertly, as she has glimpsed so many 'ladies' before do, she runs her hands up the seam of her nylon stockinged leg before attaching the suspender strap to the deep lace top welt of her stocking. Adjusting the tension of the straps, mmm tighter, making sure the silky strip lays neatly over the clasp. Now for the shoes, her new Red ones, the Patent Leather Red High Heels, the ones she has been searching for so long, the ones with the one inch wide ankle strap, not with just a plain buckle.