She smiled her thanks, and then indicated the menu.I should explain that, with typical Teutonic efficiency, each table at the Copper Kettle had a menu...detailing the prices of all the drink, food, and sexual deviance on offer. I looked at the sexual menu, which included a number of perversions I'd never heard of, along with many of old, well-loved standards. All were priced in 30 minutes slots. You chose a number -- 'I'll have 30 minutes of 22, followed by an hour of 17, please, ' -- and gave. As he eyed it he was not disappointed. It was smooth with great thick pussy lips. He ran a finger between the lips and over the clit. He got to her hole and spread it to see her cunt. It was pink and inviting. He stuck two fingers in her. He watched his fingers fuck her. As his fingers fucked her cunt, he played with her clit rubbing it between two fingers and watching her squirm. Then he grabbed the clit with his teeth and sucked it as his fingers fingered the tight cunt. He felt her cum and. She wore a bra more for convention; she didn’t need it all the time. But now, now, her nipples were already hard and straining to be touched by these expert fingers. The long, white, slender fingers pushed the bottom of her bra away from her small breasts, moving it over the hard, pink nipples. Raquel lay back in the seat and allowed the woman to do as she wished. She felt the fingernails as they teased the fingertips as they rolled her little nipples. First the right and then the left were. Eirene's is about 8.4knots. The digression is because Jenni was fascinated by Thistle, and I might have pursued her. As it was, I had to make a choice. There was no point heading for the Deben; I wasn't going to cross the bar (the shallow area at the mouth of the estuary) until the half-flood, which would be about 8pm. We could put in to the "halfpenny pier" (or, if you like, the "ha'penny pier") and spend a few hours in Harwich, or we could head for Lowestoft. I decided to go for Harwich. We.