There’s a reason Caravels don’t have these. I had to cut off the bottom third off, and they’re still too big!” She pointed to where the tack l...ine was nearly touching the ladder. “It’s too close. Even with the tack lines as tight as we can make them, there’s still some sway to the sail beam. There has to be. That’s why we put the bracing pins up at the hinge point.” She pointed to where the mainsail beam was attached to the mast. “I was hoping that the pins would keep the mast from pivoting at. I dropped my pants revealing my modest penis and pretty bubble ass. I positioned my body just right so he could eat this glorious ass.He held my thighs just right I was stable. I was scared maybe I was asking to much of a stranger but I love getting my ass ate it's the reason I do all those dumbass squats. I want him to have a nice view of my tanned cheeks when he ate. Plus I already douched before me and my boyfriend were going to fuck on sight when I got home. All that went away he started it. Taking his throbbing cock straight in her mouth she licked and sucked him while Karen half-watched. He lay back on the bed and closed his eyes, and with obvious pleasure she blew him deeply, motioning at Karen to watch closely. Her friend moved slightly nearer, and gazed with some surprise as Mandy swallowed his penis to the back of her throat. Sitting right on the edge of her seat she began to caress Mandy's bare bottom, her friend slurping away like a Trojan, until with a gasp he came in her. However the bed I was lying in was far more spacious and luxurious than the narrow bed of my youth, and then I realised it was the large four poster bed that I had shared with Annette Blanchard. The memory of the happy times we had enjoyed in this bed filled me with pleasure; but then I groaned aloud as I remembered that Annette was dead."Jacques, you're conscious. Thank God!" It was Matilde who spoke. She rose from the chair alongside the bed and kissed me; there were tears in her eyes. "I.