Rachel stroked the only part of me that did not freeze. She took the hand away and dropped her head so I could not see her face. If my dick had not ac...uired the density of a steel rod, I would have stood there forever. My cock did not feel like a part of me anymore, it felt like some mad scientist had replaced flesh with lead.I walked around to stand behind Rachel.Her ass swayed left to right and back. She had her ankles crossed, her thighs barely an inch apart. I stepped out of my shoes, and. Amen.”I took a surreptitious peek at my pocket watch. This was the second marriage ceremony I had sat through today and I was hoping the Dean might speed up his delivery of the sermon and rattle through the remaining hymns. The cathedral was crowded, with all of the Fishing Fleet in attendance to see the first of their party joined in holy wedlock.It was ten days since Hermes arrived in Madras, and I suspected special licences must be the vogue for Fishing Fleet weddings as a six-week delay. She had decided to show me what I wanted to see but could not just walk over and pull down her panties, she had to make it discreet. She had saved up that p** all day for that reason! She was not going to confront me at first as she was a little scared, but as she p**d she saw the epic cum load shooting from the tree I was behind some 3 or 4 yards in front of her. As I had emptied my balls she thought I would be a bit calmer sexually. She warned me of the perils about what I was doing regarding. We went, took her home, and sat around on the sofa in her house. It was a big and very fancy house. Her father was a doctor, my dentist, and very powerful in the town. He was also powerful in life, a serious guy not to get on the wrong side of. Not a guy to have know that I wanted to fuck his daughter, either. It would be a painful slow death. Or to know that I stroked my cock to dreams of her tits. Because her mother liked me, we were left to our selves, sitting around her living room, and we.