Sleek hulls stretching away in the dim light on this end of the warehouse. Curving sides catching the light and sparkling as the curve presented an ho...izon of white and dark blue each step fraught with danger from sharp edged steel or iron cradles loving caressing supporting the glass or perfectly carved wood planking."Didn't your family believe in anything small?" As I understand it ... no. More is better and more more is great. These are all Swan boats ... big water. There's nothing smaller. "Oh Good Morning Mrs Green." "See your son's home. Hasn't he grown!" "Yes, he has rather. Sorry I cant stop; I'm rather late."As Margo Chiverton made her morning walk to the office she recalled receiving the letter that changed things so much between herself and Guy.6th April Dear Mrs ChivertonI do hope you will welcome this letter.Guy asked if I would let you know that he would like to take-up some work here at Brookfield.He's been worried over what you might think of the idea of him leaving. It was quite a contrast by appearance and her small chest only accented the fact that, if she chose to, she'd be able to pass herself off as a male, too. As she got close I reached down and caressed her cock, feeling it twitch in my hand. With a small shudder, she drew close to me and grabbed me, too. Then she lowered herself down to her knees and took me into her mouth once again. Even though it hadn't been that long since my last cum, I felt myself getting hard all over again, as she. She stepped over to the shower and turned on the taps. After a few seconds of adjusting she guided me inside and I sighed in relief as the hot water poured over me.“Go ahead and get yourself cleaned up Josie, there is a robe and a pair of your panties on the sink for you. Go ahead and take as long as you want, I will be waiting in the other room for you when you are ready.”“OK Josie,” I said softly, letting the weariness finally flow through me. All I wanted to do was to get clean, get.