. I love it... but you don't have to do it." She leaned in for another quick kiss."I know that," she said softly, "but I wanted to do it for my man." ...What could I do? I hauled her in tight for another round of kisses."Was it... okay?" she asked, at length. "My first... blowjob?" I snorted."It was a whole heck of a lot more than "okay," honey," I said enthusiastically."Marianne said you would like it," Sherrie said in a pleased tone. "And I know I'll get better... it was fun," she said in a. "Good morning ladies and gentleman," came a voice, cutting through theconversation. "My name is Jane Balfour, and I'll be your host for yourtrip to Wynwood Island." Good morning, Jane!" replied several of those present, which sheacknowledged with a little nod.Jane Balfour was a five-ten, dark-haired, young American in her mid-twenties. She had a bluetooth headpiece in her right ear and waswearing the red slacks and jacket of the resort staff over a plainwhite blouse. Her smile revealed perfect. I was really sweating in the month of Dec.I think either she is in deep sleep or she is allowing me to get bold with her. I got new courage with these thoughts. And my boner was arching in my boxers. So i freed it by my left hand. I start pressing her left boob lightly with my right hand. As i touched her nipple over the gown. She got up and slapped me with screaming “What are you doing”. I got shocked. I murmured, ‘nothing’. She shouted, then what your hand was doing on my chest? I catch a. "Glad you're home. Have a good time?" Yes, I did. She was even nicer than at the dance. We went to the Paper Moon and danced all evening." You're getting to be a regular Arthur Murray!" Her hand found my cock and brought it immediately to attention as she pressed herself to me.Feeling her naked woman flesh against my chest and her tongue caressing mine, returned me to heaven. I think she was as needy as I was because urgency built rapidly between us. I put my finger on her clit, but she pushed.