Occasional dick-dippings of long-time friends happen during the week when my schedule and opportunity permit.My girlfriend chats with me from time to ...time. She thinks I’m being mean to my husband. So I asked her, did she want to be “un-mean” to him during the week? It was OK by me. Just limit it so he’s still eager to do what I want. She could even tell him I ordered it.Mary looked askance at me and blushed, but said she’d consider doing that. She was single so it WAS possible. I kinda hoped. This was all Hyandai now. Or perhaps Hyandai plus fey, but there was no more man there. This relieved Harlen quite a lot.The enthusiastic assistance she loaned to the effort paid off quickly, as he grunted and his orgasm gripped him. Plunging into her a last few strokes, he fell over that precipice and his cock twitched with each jet of warm semen he spent into her.She continued grinding her pelvis against his swollen cock for several moments, she was encouraging him to keep feeding every drop. Mick had pulled him back from the edge just when Sin’s hands had given out. ‘Bring on the wenches! Heh, heh, look at that one, she’s got a nice pair of titties on ‘er,’ leered Evan, a sailor know as ‘Squinty’ because his eyes were weak and he had a hard time seeing far away. He had spectacles, but kept losing them to the sea. ‘Ah, what do ya know ’bout her titties?’ jested his shipmate. ‘Ya can’t hardly see ’em, yer so blind.’ ‘Get ‘er over here, and we’ll see who’s blind!’ Squinty stood up. She wore a simple black dress, stockings and riding boots. Fiona slowly walked around Abby, appraising her from all angles. She stood behind the girl and leant in, her breath warm on Abby’s neck as she whispered, “You are mine for the next 24 hours, Abby. Do you understand?”Abby nodded as she managed to whisper “Yes, Miss.” She sighed as she felt Fiona’s fingers trace a line up her arm and round to cup her breast. Abby felt her nipple harden as Fiona smeared it with her thumb through the.