I slid out of bed and walked straight into the bathroom. My nipples were like bullets from the shear excitement of the situation. But my stomach was d...ing somersaults. The fear of rejection was kicking in. This was what had stopped me from trying anything before. I wasn’t going to let it happen today. Time to meet my fear head on.I was so moist. I could feel my own wetness, as I made my way towards the shower. I slid in behind him, pressing my body against his. Squashing my breasts as hard as I. I probably wouldn't get a 2nd chance."Mary ever since my real life demonstration of doctor and patient interaction we had in my office, I came to realize how good of a teaching tool that was."Mary chuckled, "yeah, it kind of open my eyes, sorry I was at first a little difficult."Gently smiling I said, "well the important thing is that it allowed you to understand how important it is to make patients feel comfortable, and for me it gave me some insight on how to be a better teacher."Mary said,. My only other big expense was a new ice maker to keep the catch alive. The holds weren't refrigerated, just foam insulated and stainless steel lined. I had to shovel ice over the fish after they were caught, sorted and dropped into the tanks.I suppose shrimping and commercial fishing are hard lives but it was how I grew up. I'd go to sleep about one in the afternoon. About eleven or twelve at night I'd wake, have a quick breakfast and motor out to the beds. By three thirty I'd be chumming,. I replace the gentle kisses with soft licks when I reach his stomach. He gasps when I swirl my tongue around his shaft, before moving down his legs.My breasts rub against his skin, as I slither downward. The warmth of them envelops his entire body. I look up at him, and see the fire in his eyes as I continue teasing him with my mouth. When I reach his cock again, I place a soft kiss on the tip before I rise up into a sitting position. I slowly lower my tight, wet pussy onto his staff… My wet.