No reply was heard, but sounds of kissing echoed from their room.The temptation to peek was overwhelming. I wanted to listen, creep up to the door and... perhaps steal a view to satisfy my curiosity. But, I remained loyal to what my wife wanted.Deep down maybe I am a voyeuristic junkie. Those who are enamored with gifted men fucking their wives I’m sure can relate.I began to play with pecker which was swelling. Faint moans became more prevalent from the living room. Was he eating her? Fucking her?. Lynn paused the film with Mom walking toward the camera, the still frame profiling Mom’s mid-thirties figure perfectly for a detailed comparison. I knew what Lynn was doing but despite myself, I ran a slow comparison between her and Mom. Lynn kept her eyes on the screen, either to allow me all the time I needed for an uninhibited assessment or to perform her own evaluation. She allowed her body to stretch and relax, lift slightly and relax at all the proper moments as my eyes appreciated the. .. At first I did not feel deprived of female company. Once rested, however, I missed the ready availability of nookie which had been a regular part of my life for the past few months. Shipboard life was comfortable enough but once the wonder of being borne on Neptune's heaving bosom under more stars than ever were seen ashore wore off, sexual-frustration set in. To compensate I threw myself into becoming a useful sailor and by the time we reached our first port of call, Labuan, I could hand,. I decided to see what effect the willowswitches would have on my mom. I started on the backs of her thighs and workeddown to her beautiful calves to her ankles leaving a trail of narrow welts on her once incredibly magnicent, and perfect, by Honeys own admission,Legs. Bythen Honey was getting bored, there weren't too many places that were left tochop up. She had a strange look on her face that I'd never seen before. She gaveme a thin-lipped smile and said, " I want to burn her." Things were.