Waiting for the ferry to cross the Harbour entrance i noticed a good looking couple in their car waiting in the queue also, looking like they were bea...h bound.I thought nothing more as we all drove onto the ferry in the bright sunshine, gulls screaming and sailing boats passing in the tidal entrance.I got out of my car, as the chains clanked their way through the ferry ,climbing the steps up to the top deck to smell the sea air and enjoy the view.The couple i noticed had also come up for a. His cock hung way down his leg, the sheer weight of it driving it down the center, favoring neither leg. Gingerly I placed the metal to it.Nine inches. Soft it was longer then any man I’d seen hard, and would probably rival even the ripest of bananas. It was nine fucking inches soft.I wrapped a hand around it to lift the colossal club, noting that still soft my fingertips barely touched around it. Hoisting the cock high I placed my other hand beneath his heavy hangers. They overflowed my. She grasped his shaft halfway down and moved her hand to expose the head. She licked up and down the shaft and around the head. Then her mouth pooped over the head and sucked. Mark fought the urge to moan, and for his knees to buckle. He barely managed to stay in the at ease position. Claire stopped what she was doing and looked up at Mark, puzzled. Then she said, "OK, at rest, soldier-boy." 'At rest' allows a soldier to talk, 'at ease', they must be silent.Mark relaxed some more, sighed. The sounds from the window, only feet away beyond the hedge, grew in volume. The tone changed to a more demanding pace. I stroked myself faster in response. A flash of light pulled my eyes, not bugs this time, but true lightning. The rumble of thunder silenced the cicadas. The breeze stopped suddenly. The wind chimes on my porch grew silent. I heard deep throated begs for pleasure from her now. Demands for sexual gratification really. I wished, as I stroked my cock, that I had the courage to go.