..", she said, "tell us your story!"He spread his big hands and shrugged:"Isn't much to tell. Set out from Amsterdam on the 2. with a pal of mine and ...is wife. The sailboat was his, but I was the only 'sailor', if you know what I mean. We got into a storm down south 4 days ago. It didn't seem too bad and I just slept on - it was his shift. I guess the fool got us turned out of the wind for the only big blow in the storm. We went round and sunk - cant have taken more than 10 seconds." His voice. My body wants more. I have completely lost control. I am so hopelessly addicted to her cock, those sensations...I have to have more. I push against it. How I love that feeling. I do it again, longer this time. I feel her waking up. She thrusts into me, "Is that what you want?" "Yes, yes...I want your cock." "You are so hungry..." she says thrusting into me again. "You love that cock...don't you?" "Yes, yes...I love it. Fuck me. Please fuck me." "Oh I'm going to fuck you alright..." she says. ”I laughed, “You seriously need to work on that accent.”“Oh, is that so,” Tina slipped into a full Welsh accent, “or would you prefer the gentle tones of my native accent?”She burst out laughing this time as she saw my dick throb, “Oh, that’s just lush! Tight jeans and a Welsh accent. Best make sure mummy never wears tight jeans around you then, is it. Anything else I should know, lover?”I looked down at my traitorous dick, then into her eyes. “When your eyes are getting tired and you put on. It was now or never, this was the moment. We were both longing for it and it wouldn't be a while until dinner was ready. Or so I hoped. Waiting any longer and the feelings would've died. I locked the door and began walking back towards him. He had that look of hunger on his face, so did I. He watched me take my jumper and shirt off slowly, smiling and biting his lip while doing so. I was now down to my bra, jeans and shoes. Before I took those off, I went over to sit on his lap, lightly.