I am so ready to give him the best head he's ever had, and start licking and kissing all over his big cock and balls. I take his massive dong into my ...ungry mouth and start gobbling his meat sword. Looking up at him as I work his cock down my throat. He's so relaxed with his head back, just letting me work him. When I feel his legs start to shake and I start sucking harder and deeper desperate for him to fill the back of my throat with his sweet release. Moments later without warning I hear him. Concentration etched on his face, he sailed as close to the wind as the boat's ancient rig would allow. The old lug sail was no longer the most efficient of rigs; now, in the light summer breeze that wafted between the islands, its age and weight allowed for little more than sailing too and fro. What was gained on one tack was lost on the opposite.As the remainder of the fleet of dinghies with their more up- to-date rigs sailed slowly into the distance, towards the finish line and the afternoon. Her simple, predictable, borderline boring boyfriend had just provided her with one of the strangest dates of her life. More than a few things struck her as strange about the scenario, but none as much as the fact that she wasn't angry, and she didn't feel betrayed. She was just curious, and (though she certainly wasn't going to admit this to Harry) more than a little bit aroused.As arranged, Claire was waiting outside Harry's economics room when class ended the next morning. After everyone but. Cain never slept well away from home, regardless. Finally, he gave his sleeping bag to his wife for extra cushion and sat in one of the armchairs with his feet up on a table.Midway through the night, Cain woke with a start. His head ached, and his mouth was dry. He put his jacket on, picked up his water bottle, and got up to take a walk and make sure the building was secure. He tiptoed through the mass of sleeping family members and made his way into the hallway outside the fellowship hall. It.