Unfortunately, it’s been stolen. I need to look after my customers so I’m looking for a substitute. Burdock said you might be willing.’ ‘Sure....I’m Ernie Tillman. Nice to meet you. Bad luck about your boat. I haven’t heard of boats being stolen around here … leastways not big ones. How big was yours?’ ‘Fifty feet. I understand your Bayliner is fifty-seven.’ ‘Yeah. Let’s go have a look, and if it suits, we can talk.’ The transom of his boat read ‘Logged Out’, and it was registered in Port Hardy,. ”I told her how much joy she was bringing into my otherwise pretty dull life and we made rather gentle love.In the morning Jan, my married fuck-buddy, stopped in for her usual serving of cock. I’d forgotten to mention her to Nikki so I made a quick introduction of my surprised visitor and whisked her off to my bedroom. I often just took her bent over the kitchen table so she could feel like a slut, an idea that got her off from the stuff she said while getting shafted.I shushed her questions. As I had a mouthful of my cum and was swallowing it. I left my lingerie on as I was staying in my room for the night and I enjoy wearing it.I was reading a book and awhile later I heard a knock on my door. I walked to the door and looked through the peep hole and a guy was standing there. I said, “What is it?” sure he had the wrong room.He said, "I have something for you."“I think you have the wrong room.”"I’m sure this is the right room, please open the door, you said you wanted it."What? I. Her face twisted with pleasure, growing more and more flushed as I pounded her.“Ooh, yes, your pussy gets so tight,” I groaned, “when I play with the tip of your dick.”“So tight,” she groaned, the palm of my hand rubbing against the tip of her cock before I stroked down her shaft again. “Just cum in me.”“I will!” I groaned. “You're such a slut for my futa-dick, you don't care that you'll lose when I erupt. You just want my girl-spunk in your cunt.”“Yes!” she howled.Her admission sent a surge of.