Oh well, live and learn.’Elaine's home was big with a huge, beautifully landscaped yard. Deana pulled to a stop in the wide driveway and left the mo...or running."Come in and have a drink with me," Elaine said."No, you've had too much already and I have to get home," Deana answered curtly."I'm better now and it isn't late." She held her watch to the dash. "Not even eleven o'clock. My husband isn't home and I hate to go into a dark, empty house alone. Please, Deana, just one for the road."Once. Pressing harder into her I started to massage her clit that seemed as if it were a bump, visible through her panties.I then stood up and looked down at her, my hand still under her dress and leaning down to lightly brush her lips with mine. As they touched I gently caressed her full lips with my tongue, not forcing it in, but just tasting her. I'll tell you I was hard as a rock, all 8 plus inches made a tent in my trousers that was noticeable, not only in length but the thickness clearly showed. I'm of two minds on boat ownership. I see too many of them sitting idle all year around. I think if a boat's not being used, it deteriorates. This lovely lady begs to be sailed, as you'll find out today." His affection for the craft was obvious in his voice.And the name? 'Matron of the Sea.' At first it seemed like an odd name. At least it wasn't one of those clichés or trick names seen on so many boats these days. It seemed to be a name of respect and recognition. This was no runway model, it. He was getting close. I no longer felt my wife stroking me off. She got up and positioned a camera on us. She later went behind Pete and started rubbing his chest and whispering into his ear, occasionally licking it and sucking on his neck. “Cum baby, Cum. Cum for us. Cum for us both,” she would whisper. His cock would grow and rumble with each thrust into my mouth. “Yeah, mmmm, yeah, okay. I’m going to suck your husband with cum. He’s going to be taking a cum shower. Oh yeah.” Pete moaned. .