“I get so randy stripping for men. Go on, let me!” She made it sound like I was doing her a favour!I spread my legs even wider and leaned back to ...hrust my straining shaft forward. Sylvia’s hand slid up my thigh to lightly play with my balls, ruffle my pubic hair and to exquisitely lightly stroke my steel hard shaft and my erection sensitised knob. She certainly knew how to touch a boy in the way that drives him wild! As she fondled my cock and balls I slid my hand over her smooth naked thighs. ”“Good. Well, I just wanted to say, it’s not your job to be a servant. My people can all manage their own luggage, and if they’ve got too much it’s their own fault. They were warned. Any problems, I’ll back you up. Understood?”“Yes, sir. Thank you.”The other ten passengers – if that’s the correct term – straggled in. The first pair after James Marchant and his wife were two men, who were obviously a couple. However, had they not been holding hands there was nothing else to indicate their. I am convinced she killed them all. I barely remember my real father, I was only 2 when I believe she killed him, but the memories I do have were of a father that adored me. Of my four stepfathers, I loved three of them, but mama killed them anyway, because there was always a bigger fish with a fatter wallet just around the corner. Divorce was time consuming, messy, and would leave her with less money; and money was more important to her than anything else, more important to her than I. Caitlin discreetly rinsed the Gigi under the hot tap, washing off the evidence.“It’s waterproof too,” she observed. “I’ve tried it in the shower already.”She looked at me.“Damn, Annie, I’m not really a lesbian, but that was bloody good fun. That’s all your fault, you and your Lush Stories.”I smiled.“Well, you were the one who splashed out on the Gigi,” I said.Caitlin giggled. “Yeah, splashed out is right.”She leant over and kissed me on the lips. “Thanks, that was ace. You’re not the first.