We got drenched from head to toe in a matter of minutes.Anyhow, we reached her place (it was still raining). When she got down from the bike and stood...beside me in her wet see through saree which was sticking to her blouse and showing those beautiful mounds (that gave me an instant hard-on), she looked like a sexy actress in the Hindi movies about to do a wet rainy song. And she said come over and dries you, and her husband (my wife’s brother) was not at home. We climbed the staircase. I was. After he had knelt down on the bottom ribs of the boat Ruth was able to sit up enough to grab her shirt and shorts from the bow and cover her delicious body. As she moved about in doing so the moonlight glistened on the sweaty sheen that covered that wonderful body. Finally she rose to a stoop and prepared to move to the bow. Before she turned forward she leaned toward Matt and again they kissed a gentle, tender kiss. A kiss appropriate to the gentle, tender love they had just made, there, on. My name is Frank... But everyone around here calls me Frankie... And they know me pretty well because, I own this joint..." I thanked him for his compliment as I took another sip of my drink thinking to myself, "He called me hot and he's the owner of this place?... I like this guy..." Frankie examined my body some more and he finally said, "Listen I could use a girl like you up on the stage... To be honest you're a lot prettier than most of the ones that work up in here... Considering that. Her head made a beeline for the crown of Graham’s cock.For a person that travelled the streets, his cock was in wonderful condition, thought Emily. She lowered her head to it and gathered up the undersides with her tongue.But, licking it while stroking it with her hand, was just a little too much for Graham. By the time Emily slipped her mouth over his cock he ejaculated. There was little or no warning except a grunt that Graham let loose just as the first jet of spunk hit the insides of.