.releasing you from having to think about anything..letting me bethe man of our relationship, your Daddy, and getting you into a placein your head whe...re you cant think of anyone or anything else. and youare right baby its not about anger it is about asserting my masculinityon your femininity and much moreT; yes yes Daddy yes, makes me so happy to admit that to you...i'venever told that to anyone...it's something no one else can even imaginebetween us, and a part of our lives, and proof that i. But thank you for getting us safely just the same. If the boat had gone under and I drowned, I’d haunt you to your dying.” Jemmings laughed heartily, and hopped away and back onto the Cutter. He began to undo the line keeping his small vessel docked, calling, “Why, little miss, if the boat had capsized, I would have downed myself! Don’t you know? Most sailors can’t swim for shit, and me no better than any!” Silmaria looked at the sailor turned smuggler turned potential savior with a mix of. It didn’t take me much longer. I exploded inside Emily pushing her hips up. I let out an explosive “FUUUUUUUCK”! As I dropped down, my cock slipped out of Emily and I sprayed my load up my torso and splattered Debby’s groin. My cock kept convulsing spurting strings of jizz over me and onto Debbie. There was a long pause. “Everything OK down there”, asked Debbie. I responded with a muffled grunt. Debbie let go of Emily. “Good, wasn’t it Em”, Debbie asked. Emily gathered her thoughts. . All look to be in their forties, and have that naughty “girls night out” look in their eyes, complimented by very flattering dinner outfits. I wonder hopefully if they too are at my conference.My attention is broken by movement at the door. Talking to the Maître D’ is a stunning, younger woman, dressed in a snug-fitting black leather dress that frames an eye-popping DD chest. The Maître D’s eyes are darting nervously, from her chest back up to her eyes, and I see him turn, with a nervous smile,.