She did as she was told. I told her to call me next time she was going to make her husband cum, I want to watch. She said it would have to be while he... lay in bed so he couldn't see me, it would confuse him and she couldn't allow that.I said whatever makes you comfortable, we don't even have to do it. She said she would think about it. Two days later I got an email saying she can't stop thinking about blowing him with my watching, but she wanted me to watch from a closet in the room. I said. This one was the pride of Sean's fleet and the one he captained. The Irish Princess was a large, "Cincinnati" class boat, that is, one of the large passenger boats built for speed and elegance. She was, in effect, a floating palace of three full decks with passenger cabins running the entire length of the upper two decks.The boat had space for cargo only on the boiler deck. No livestock would be carried on this passenger ship.A few years before the war, the Irish Princess had cost some $75,000. There was something distinctly feminine about the man that made me believe that he'd only exist in the most specific of conditions and that he'd be culturally arrested for the remainder of his life. He seemed a pleasent enough man. I estimate his age to be about mid to late forties. His hair was trimmed quite short and was already growing lighter with grey. His English was at times labored and he stumbled only occassionally but we communicated easily. I was only given the barest of information. He pulled his hand away quickly.“Why don’t I take off my night shirt?” Sarah suggested. “It will feel much better for both of us if your hand is on my bare breast.”“OK,” Blake gulped. ‘Shit! Is she going to get naked?’ Sarah sat up and pulled the night shirt off. Blake saw she was wearing panties under the shirt. He didn’t care. Her two firm, orange-sized knockers seized his attention. God! Sarah looked fantastic.“Let’s go back to making out,” Sarah suggested after about ten seconds of Blake.