”We sat on the couch and held hands, hers were so soft in mine and I could feel the nylon under the back of my hand as we cuddled close together. Th... wig tickled me a bit in the neck and I sort of twisted to stop it from being a distraction. “Karin I want you to grow your hair longer so we can fix it in cute styles while you are home. We can just give you the guy pony tail look when you go to work but at home I want you to look pretty without needing a wig. You can take it off if it bothers. It was a sixty foot wooden hulled Alden Schooner. A classic design from the 1930's although this particular boat was launched in the mid 1940's. You could circumnavigate the globe in one of these, and do it in true luxury. That had once been the dream, according to dad. Much to my surprise and disappointment we did not board the sailboat. Moored across from the schooner was a curious little craft that looked a little like a miniature riverboat minus the big paddle wheel at the rear. It had a. It would work its way out but Tom would push it back in. Before long Tom was about to cum so he pinched his cock between his two fingers and thrum and holding the rod in ran his fingers up and down the rod on the outside. Tom cummed and he could feel the cum deep in his cock wanting to come out. He then pulled out the rod and watched as his cum ran out onto his stomach. Tom got up and clean up his mess and while he was putting the stuff deep into his closet his phone chimed. Tom got his phone. The sound of the next Bart train screeching into the station pulled me out of my memories. A quick glance at the scrolling text on the platform screens showed that it was the 9:13 train. The event was supposed to start at 10pm, and I still had no idea which hotel I was supposed to go to. I had been waiting here for ten minutes, and the schmuck that was supposed to be my guide was starting to look like a no-show. I crossed my arms and tapped one foot, thinking about my situation. I knew the way.