She laid down on her elbows, so I could only see the rise and fall of that sweet ass. Lord a'mighty, that was some sweet ass, and she worked it. Sma...l strokes, large strokes, side to side. She moved as if aboard a bucking bronco, left strokes, right strokes, up and down with a twist. We were both covered in sweat with our exertions. 'Oh baby, oh daddy, sweet pappi,'her litany started low, and slow, then increased as her movements did. I felt it too, the need to stop the explosion, the. Her purpose was clear. I could make whatever move I wanted. My breathing was noticeable now, at least to me. I hoped she didn't notice, because I wanted to appear in complete control of myself. The view of her breasts was even more exciting to me than I had expected, and I was no longer sure I wanted to tell her no.I decided to correct a mistake she was making in her math, and to get her attention I lightly touched her right hand. "I can show you the right technique," I said, and as I took the. I heard you sigh. I made much of taking off my skirt, moving it down inch by tantalising inch, revealing the thong and stay up nylons. I stood there for a minute, wearing nothing more than the bra, thong, nylons and the high-heeled shoes. With my skirt pooled at my feet, your eyes drank in my beauty, longingly, lustily. I danced over to you, and straddled your lap while continuing to move my hips to the music, grinding against your hardness. You caught your breath. I smiled, feeling the. From here, they had to claw their way to westward and to the Straits. They had some good luck at this point, as the wind shifted briefly to south-southwest, allowing the convoy to pass the Straits with close-hauled sails on the starboard bow.That southerly three-knots breeze prevailed for another four days, allowing them to clear Cape Sagres, the south-western tip of Portugal. For another four days, they sailed northward before the light wind, until a western wind took over. With the wind.