Her breasts were bobbing above his face, so he reached up with his free hand and cupped one, his thumb rubbing the nipple. Squeals of joy erupted from...the girl. ‘Eeeeeeeeee!!! Eeeeeeeeee!!! So goooooddddd!!! Feels so goooddddddd!!!!’ she wailed. Her fingers dug into Ben’s shoulders and her hips pounded against him. She shook as if she’d been given a series of electric shocks. ‘Aggggggainnnnnnnnn!!! Oh, shit!!! I’m cummmminnnggggg aggggainnnnnnnnnn!!! Eeeeeeeaaiiiiiiiiiiii!!!’ she cried. Sarah’s. . . to be treated with courtesy! Oh God . . . oh God . . . The appetite of both Julia and Melissa was, to say the least, minimal and soon the company had retired to a couple of sofas at the other end of the room. Quentin could not check a quick grin as he watched Julia seat herself. After a brief, but understandable pause, the girl crossed one long thigh over the other. So naturally feminine; a graceful movement. It must have been a long time since she’s done that, thought Quentin. Indeed, over. Her nails weren't very long, but they were a longer than I kept mine, and I could feel them barely brushing/ scraping the the nerve endings, stimulating enough to get me to half mast. She started on the sides of my head, and finished with her thumb rubbing the "V" on the bottom of my dickhead, and her index finger rubbing the top. Up to this point it had been about 10 minutes, the whole while that she was teasing my dickhead, she was squeezing and releasing my shaft very slowly. Another minute. The peace was shattered as they returned with many bags which would berevealed "later."We cast off and made our way around to another part of the docks and thenit was literally all hands on deck.At first I was a little disappointed. It was certainly not the luxuriousyacht the Jaden owned but this was longer, slightly narrower with a muchsmaller draught that meant it could fit under the bridges once we gotinto the canal network. When I discussed the merits of the barge Irealised that we could.