Inevitably I felt the tell tale pulses and twitches of an impending ejaculation and sure enough I got my morning load of cream, willingly swallowed an... enjoyed. Lars just strolled off and I washed his’ breakfast’ down with a gulp of coffee. I never thought at the time that I’d be writing this story down or indeed telling anyone as it was so far in the realms of absolute sexual fantasy and simply not something the vast majority of people especially women would ever have the opportunity to. I got up and shuffled into the ensuite. Zoe startled as I entered, pressing herself to the vanity. Placing my hands on her bare shoulders, I caressed the dark blue straps of her dress with my thumbs. “How was your night?” I murmured into the back of her head, planting a kiss into her soft, coconut-scented mane. “Promise you won’t be angry with me?” she softly mumbled to the sink. My heart suddenly quickening, I searched her reflection, until eventually, her big, brown eyes met mine. I could. If the sea was too rough, the seaman risked a ducking or being slammed against the wooden wing of the floatplane. Worse, he could be swung through the arc of the spinning propellor and chopped to pieces. The aircraft needed to keep the engine running to prevent the plane from drifting. It wasn't a job for the faint-hearted, but the 'Tchervonya Ukrainiya' had never lost a seaman this way.And conditions were marginal, for the sea had come up. It was going to be an extremely difficult operation. The last of the three was three years old with forty thousand miles for under thirty thousand. Red, with a panoramic sunroof and very clean interior, I took it first to my mechanic. He hooked it up to his diagnostic machine and confirmed that it was in good shape, then put it up on the rack and looked at whatever mechanics look at from underneath. I pretended to understand. With a clean bill of health, I drove back to Jan’s.I had checked in by phone a couple of times so it wasn’t a surprise.