Now would be a very bad time to distract him. Besides, after she’d made such a big deal out of not worrying him so he could stay focused, going to h...im for support seemed like a poor choice. “Where’s the bilge?” she asked the nearest sailor, focusing hard on keeping her composure. He looked over his shoulder for a moment, seeming surprised at the question. He continued hauling on the rope in his hands, helping heft a cargo net full of supplies up from below, and gestured with his head. “In the. "Oh, yes," she sighed, pressing forward against my hand.Her lips were slick with her juices as I caressed them softly. I reached down between her legs and aligned myself at her entrance."Yes," she moaned as her hips rocked again, seating me firmly inside her warm, moist tunnel.Our passion escalated quickly, filling the room with the soft slaps of her buns against my hips."Oh, yes, John," she groaned. Our breath came in gasps as we climbed the pinnacle swiftly.I heard myself groan, "Oh, God,. For a second, I managed to tickle him back – I had always loved the fact that a big “bad ass” like him was ticklish – and he lost his grip on me allowing me to start to roll away. That, obviously, did not last for long. With my back to him, he wrapped his arms around my middle and pulled me on top of him, pinning my back against his stomach and really attacking my sides. There was absolutely nothing I could do but thrash back and forth and laugh, trying to catch my breath...and trying to not. While Sarah was surprised by how her husband took to his forcedfemininity, Martha was in outright disbelief. She could not believethat the secretary who called his fellow secretaries 'girlfriends' andgreeted them each morning with a high pitched, "Hey girls," was thesame man who had groped her.Martha felt used as she came to believe that Brandon had made advancestowards her just to cover up his repressed homosexuality. That beliefwas reinforced as Brandon seemed to grow more feminine each day.