" A fetish?" he asked, looking like this was maybe getting too involved to be worth a Sunday spent playing a game."It's not a horrible fetish," I reas...ured him with a smile, glancing around to make sure that the shoppers walking past us weren't paying attention to us. "It certainly won't involve any discomfort or... er... unpleasantness for you." I'm not gay," he snapped.I nodded back. "I don't remember suggesting I thought you were."I suddenly wondered if he worked in Boots on Saturday. Anita, feeling the swelling of her coffers, was very content and magnanimous, but she wondered about sleeping arrangements for four adults in a suite that had only one king bed.Dora’s drones, having swept the ship, found no out-of-the-ordinary surveillance anywhere aboard. The four spent the first three days of the cruise visiting with other passengers, speaking with crewmembers when possible, and retiring to their cabin for frequent, loving sex. It was pretty much the honeymoon they never had.. Then had a glass of juice. Then packed the last of histhings. The pink case had contained a black hip length jacket foroutside, as well as a small matching pink clutch handbag as a last gift.The clock moved to 6 and he went to the door. He found himself checkinghis face in the hall mirror. Now just how feminine is that he thought. Heopened the door and froze again. How could he just walk out here and intothe unknown dressed like a girl. If he was picked up by the law whatthen? But what would. I found myself worshiping his cock, playing with the foreskin and doing my best to let that cock know I was elated to have it. D moved to mount me. I told him to put on a condom. He just shook his head no. OK, nothing was going to stop me, I wanted him inside me, I just shrugged and spread my legs wide. He moved tenderly, he slowly pressed, I easily took him at first, then I felt what I can best describe as a little paper cut. That's all there was, over done, virgin no more. The look on his.