Her pussy is not tight and not as wet as it used to be but that doesn't matter .Her moans and sighs as I slowly go in and out of her let me know she i...s pleased. Even today she is showing me just how much she loves the feeling of me inside her . We had been fucking for about fifteen minutes when she said “cum for me” I knew it was time. Still leaning against me I moved my hand down tickling her clit and told her I was cumming. After a few deep jabs I stopped moving and delivered her my load. We. I want to thank everyone involved in this drill. Good job sailors." She sat back down on her deck chair on the bridge wing and thought to herself, this is a good crew and they're working hard for me and I appreciate all of their hard work. The next time were in port I am going to have to sponsor an all-hand beer party. Mr. Robert's you have the Con she announced. Mr. Robert's, aye Captain, I have the Con. With that pronouncement Elizabeth walked off the bridge and down to her at-sea cabin.Once. It's Uncle Arthur's seventieth coming up. I thought he'd be pleased if I got a reply. Perhaps Lil's daughter, Julie, had a daughter and perhaps her daughter is keeping up the tradition. You never know your luck.This is a true story. All Uncle Arthur's stories are. He was a soldier.He joined the British Army as a Boy Soldier in the days when discipline was really tough, he said, and boy soldiers were super-men by comparison with the weedy bunch of wimps and women he sees shuffling around in. The last time Aunt Beatrice had promised me a surprise she…No. It wasn’t possible. Did she…?The door swung open and my suspicions were confirmed. Into the room entered two giggling, scantily-clad women. My Aunt Beatrice had invited her friend Rhonda over again. A few days ago, Aunt Beatrice had brought her over so that she could have some fun with me. Rhonda was a tall and thick woman with curly dark red hair, freckled skin, and tiny eyes.She was standing in front of the bed,.