The morning found us wound up tight; cuddling closely. I'm sure I looked a mess with my hair all over the place, makeup smeared and lipstick on every ...art of my face except for my lips. But Henry didn't care. He smiled and kissed me as he did the night before: with passion.As his lips traveled all over my face, my cheeks and my neck, his hands kept busy. One stroking my breasts, exciting my nipples. The fingers of the other hand danced up and down my now naked back. I listened for that inner. She had been crying. Now, I'm not saying my dick was all that. I'm sure the fact that she hadn't been seeing anyone for a while and hadn't had a proper passionate fuck. Where someone actually appreciated her Voluptuousness like i did. Had a lot to do with her sensitive nature then. Although, I was getting down pretty "Mandingo" on her! AH-HURU!! She fell back with me still sucking on her mouth and humping her pussy. I positioned myself on top of her in the classic missionary position. Her. What do you suggest?"As she swallowed the second pill she spoke slowly."Are you absolutely certain Bev?" Of course I'm sure bloody Mags! I tell you, the only place on Earth that any semen is being made is right here on this boat; in here," I added, pointing to my cock for emphasis, "-Oh and of course, by Bernadette, as she likes to call herself now." Are you certain about him as well?" Well of course I can't be certain. I haven't had a chance to check her semen. If I demanded a sample she might. ....We hadn't gone out for a while so we had decided to go into our local town and have a few drinks. We had been in a few pubs and the drink was flowing. We were just deciding whether or not to go into the club for a bit or if to call it a night. It wasn't that late and the club seemed to have quite a good buzz about it so we ventured in.That simple choice changed our lives for ever. Let me explain. Me and my girlfriend had always had some pretty extreme fantasies but one of them was to for me.