His cock was cut and looked sublimely soft and suckable. I jerked myself every night for a week after I saw him. At first he showered with his back ...o me, allowing me to perve on his beautiful butt and muscular back. Then once he put shampoo in his hair he turned, allowing me to see everything. With his eyes shut I could stare and take in the scenery with no interruption or furtive glances. The soap stream ran down his chest and down to his cock and then to the floor. As he lathered I. Blood spat onto the floor as the insensate older woman's fingernail flew off. There was no noise or any sort of movement to indicate she had felt the damage."Nope, she gone," George remarked coldly. "Ain't no one home."---George and Joan searched the plane and found the flare gun, as well as the last two flare cartridges. They also found..."Chocolate?!" Joan exclaimed reverently as George pulled the candy bar from its hiding place under a seat."Oh hell yeah!" George replied, examining the. Her mind grappled with what that meant, and then epiphany burst into her consciousness like the sun exploding, as he leaned down and sucked at her pussy lips. Before she could breathe, he found her clit and sucked at it too, biting it between his lips, and torturing it with the tip of his tongue. A violent jerk of her hips dislodged him, and she raised her head, her mouth open in a silent scream, as she saw him dart in to capture her stiff clitty again. He slid his hands under her butt, and. Seems those ships changed his life." Really? I've never heard him talk about his background ... he's always been keen to talk about the ships. All he's ever said was that he had a girlfriend, but she's off to Music College in London and he hasn't heard from her since the summer." Yes, he's pretty cut up about that. But ... no. It's his story and I'll leave it to him to tell you if he wants to. I'm impressed. He actually invited me to go sailing with him next year. He didn't seem to think this.